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She said coldy. He didn't care to watch her trudge off but closed the door and grabbed a book from his table. He hadn't had time to read in a long time, a hobby he had once indulged in. It was the poetic recount of tales of knights and kings that had lived long before him. He had hoped, as a child, that someday poems and songs would be written about him but as a man grown he knew that most victories were gotten in the time of war and no one wanted war. The blood shed and loss left scars that never truly healed.

"Your Majesty." In that moment, Noah knew he was better of being feared than respected. If he could not have love, he would have fear. If he could not have loyalty, he would have submission. The Elder hurriedly slipped the crown of midnight black on Noah's head. The weight that eased on seemed a lot heavier than Noah had expected. He knew it was not only the weight of metal but also the weight of a whole kingdom. He could easily be overwhelmed under it. Had he been two days younger, he would. But now he was everything and nothing. He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone.

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Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

I say knowing I was gonna start hitting a nerve in them. "His father was an excellent king, while he just lets his workers get weeks off to stay with their mates, his fathers staff were always in and ran when he called" one says trying to defend the king, but only further proved my point. "And why do you think all his workers ran at his beck and call, they were terrified of him, they all knew what evil things his father would do if they were to disobey him, you claimed the king was putting his people in danger, when his father hurt and killed his people" I say as one went to speak but I held my finger up, I wasn't finished "now let's not forget the reason we're having his meeting about Ruper

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Diarus looked at her face, he knew exactly what it felt like to talk to them, they don't even respect the king "Fine,from now on you just tell me ,okay?" Baara smiles "Yes your highness " she bows "Let's go then" "Oh , to where?" "Back to my chambers of course" It was strange, Baara didn't understand why the king suddenly wanted her in his chambers, did he want her to tell him about the battle in private ?reaching the kings chambers, he offers her a seat and comes back with a big book "Here" he hands it to her "What, what is this?" "This is a book that will help you know more about the kingdom and it’s history, once you’ve mastered your reading I hope for you to study this book really well,

Dad went still suddenly as though listening to something that I couldn't hear before smiling at me ruefully. "I think our food is ready, let me check it out.". Then he was out of the room almost as quickly as he had entered. He never let me help out despite my attempts to do so. Shaking my head at his indulgence, I moved to another library stack only to catch sight of a book that brought me to a pause. My hands shook as I picked up the book. It was titled The History of Kings. It was a compilation of information about the Alpha Kings including my father who had reigned.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon