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DANY LOUIS ✿ Jorah Laurent was the name of this boy, It better not be the same Laurent Jade I slapped at his company and he made sure my life was miserable that I couldn't get another job. I stared at the course books of the boy again hoping I didn't see his name wrong, But I didn't, it was Jorah Laurent, definitely a Laurent. Panic began to rise within me as I stood waiting for Jorah to be out in the large sophisticated sitting room, there was another open lounge like sitting room that was his lecture place.

After that, he ground his teeth and cursed, “You are a rebellious child who has no respect or regards for your elder! Since your father is not here, as your uncle, I will teach you a lesson on his behalf, then!” Jaime ground his teeth as he pushed Steven away. After that, he immediately took a few steps backward until he reached the door of the study room. Then, he pointed at Lord Schulz as he said, word by word, “You’d better remember what I just said! If you were indeed the one who harmed my mother and sister, I will certainly take your life!” After he was done speaking, Jaime immediately turned around and dashed away!

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“It’s been lovely talking to you. I hope we get another chance soon. Excuse me,I have guests to attend to.” He smiled, and I smiled back. Then he walked off, leaving me feeling oddly flustered. George was definitely different from the other rich men I’d met, kind, easy to talk to, and actually human. But then I looked back at Jaime. He was glaring at me so hard I felt it like a slap. “Do you need something, Mr. Jaime?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He blinked, and the intensity in his eyes dimmed just a little.

Tally asked. "To an eleven kingdom, apparently." Zae smiled. To the tree of life kingdom we go. ****Author's Note: I brought Jaime in from my previous book. i hope you enjoyed hearing his sly self again. Can you guess who he is referring them to? Also Percy is such a good guy! He could have easily used the cherry blossom ice to make Zerena fall in love with him, but he didn't. And yay Kellan's siren is all fixed now!

The other, however, was dressed more casually—dark jeans, a fitted blazer, and an air of effortless confidence. "Good morning, Mr. Victor," the casually dressed man greeted first. I raised an eyebrow. "Call me Victor," I replied, glancing at the lawyer, who nodded in acknowledgment and greeted me next. The casually dressed man took a step forward. "I’m Damian. Damian Lannister." The moment he said his name, something clicked. I knew exactly who he was. Damian Lannister only son of Jack Lannister,his reputation preceded him—a name whispered in business circles, always tied to power plays, takeovers, and silent wars fought behind closed doors. Damian Lannister wasn’t just anyone. He was a pred

“Your uncle Jaime… is a shrewd man.” My gaze hardened. “What does he have to do with the dagger?” “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I guess the pipe’s getting to my head.” She groaned, then exhaled another puff. “Once upon a time,” she began, “Jaime Darkhaven was just a lover boy. Fell in love with this dainty little thing—blue-green eyes, bright golden hair.” A Vegan. The image clicked immediately. I remembered the story Uncle Jaime had told me at Castlesnow, the last time I visited.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

I said in a whisper. “But it’s killing you, Shannon. It’s not only affecting your wolf, but destroying your body as well.” Jaime said, drawing closer. My mind raced as I tried to speak, but then I recalled the situation before I had passed out. “Wait, you’re the person who always visited my mom’s grave. What’s going on, Jaime? Why were you at my mother’s grave?” Jaime’s voice filled with a hint of sorrow. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I owe you an explanation,” he admitted, his gaze meeting mine with unwavering honesty. “J. H. Those are my initials. Jaime Hirthe.”

When I reached the meeting room, the door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open without hesitation. My eyes landed on Jaime immediately. He was standing at the far end of the room, speaking with a few of the elders. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, but I could see the subtle arrogance in the way he carried himself. Like he already knew he was going to take the throne. Like he thought it was his right. Anger surged through me, and I clenched my fists as I stepped inside. “Jaime,” I growled, my voice low and filled with barely contained rage.