Novel & Cerita Baron La Croix

he announced, his voice devoid of emotion. Baron’s gaze never wavered, his eyes fixed on Marco with an unblinking stare. "Did you get the information about the lamb?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Marco nodded, his movements stiff and mechanical. yes, my lord…She's called Aurelia Montez." The baron's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as if the mere mention of her name was a personal affront. "Aurelia," he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "Tell me more."

“You also can not deny how confident I am.” He added, still on about his Moon Goddess given endowments which were true but I would rather have my tongue pulled out of my mouth than let him know. Baron was the typical arrogant guy you could not help but still admire, not just because he was good-looking and had a charming, bad boy smile. But for the single fact that he was loyal to the end.

If she had known, she could’ve done more, or less, she supposed depending on her feelings concerning the matter. She turned to the man at her left, her supposed fiancé. He nodded to the gentleman across the table with whom he engaged in conversation. Fara regarded him beneath the cover of her eyelashes. He wasn't tall, yet his looks held a peculiar innocence. He seemed rather young for a suitor, perhaps a couple of years above twenty, but well-endowed financially. Le Croíx was a known name in La Rochelle, and rumors that the family had ties to the crown. Her uncle had chosen him, she supposed, because he was among society's elite in France. Beyond that, she knew nothing else about him; howev

But the truth was a bitter pill to swallow, for it was Baron who had orchestrated Oswald's absences from the palace, weaving tales of urgent need for the army of the immortal or conjuring up mythical beasts to keep him away from myra. Suddenly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, Baron came to an abrupt halt. His gaze flickered to the wardrobe, a silent beacon among the chaos of his chamber. With purposeful strides, he crossed the room and flung open the wooden doors. His movements were swift and determined as he unearthed a hidden chest, the intricately carved lid falling open with a soft creak. From within, he retrieved a necklace adorned with ancient markings, each symbol a testament to