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Alpha Ralph uttered with a glint of conceit in his Alpha voice. "Harold, we are having a battle tomorrow. Cancel the throne ceremony, Charles." My father growled and announced in his Alpha voice, his claws daring to come out and his jade green orbs turning to the golden-red ones.

"Which style pleases your beast, my lord?" When Vickon remains silent, staring down at the display with a stoic face, my shoulders slump slightly. I start to place the chalice back on the rack, assuming an Alpha of his terrifying status finds such mate-bonding rituals foolish. "Never mind... we can just use the soldier gear—" Before I can finish my sentence, Vickon’s massive, warm hand reaches past my shoulder, his broad chest pressing flush against my back as his long fingers claim the matching pink quartz chalice beside mine.

The sun was shining brightly, but there was a refreshing breeze blowing towards the pavilion. An old man sat inside the pavilion. He was sitting upright, and despite his old age, he still gave off a sense of dominance and greatness. Given his aura, this man was fit to be a prince in ancient times at the very least. This man was Alastair Quelch, the head of the Quelch family and King Quelch of Southern Lambert City. Wine and food had been prepared, with various delicacies occupying the entire table in front of Alastair. When he saw Heather and Carson bring Tyr and his friends over, a hint of awe flashed in his eyes.

Valenar scratched his head and bit his lip ring as he tried to work out the best move forward for everyone. A mind-shattering howl startled them both, announcing the Cerberus Alpha's return, as he banged at the door with one of his heads, and Valenar raced to let him in before someone else woke up to do it. He wasn't ready to face the student's questions when they saw Quinley's changed appearance just yet and her furtive glance towards the stairs confirmed that she felt the same.

She turned her attention to Warren, “Who is your male companion?” Theria squeezed his arm and smiled, “Meet Warren Vandal eidolon wielder...” She paused as Archon appeared two feet in front of her, “This is his Eidolon, Archon.” Grace's eyes squinted at Warren, “You're the one with the dead mother?” as promised to talk to grace was like being smacked with a wooden mallet. “Yes, Captain,” Warren called Archon back. “From what I heard you handled yourself well. I am pleased to have you aboard...What does she want?”

The ushers immediately took three golden badges and pinned them on their chests upon hearing that these three men were marshals “All of you are marshals? Nice to meet you, I’m Quil Xenos. My father and uncle Sutherland are god-brothers. I followed my uncle here as I’ve been spending time with his son recently!” Quil immediately saluted them with respect when he heard that they were marshals. Magnus had mentioned Dennis previously. He fought well and would have become a King of War if only there were no limitations on the number of people who could possess that position. Surely, he would have been a one-star King of War.

(Admiral Duchess Kolarova Qoon “I agree with you, Ma’am…”.(Colonel Aida Oneal)

she said, looking the man over. He was lean and muscular. He wore a helmet with a dark visor which covered his eyes and a tight orange beard which wrapped around his pale face. His uniform was that of an officer's with a high ranking insignia, one which Avera well recognized. It was the symbol of an eagle with outstretched wings and a rolled map in its talons, the emblem of the High Colonels.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.