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I am Commander Rage, of Phoenix Wrath," he said, his smile hinting at a fierce attraction. "We stand ready at your lead, my Queen." His gaze burned with a lustful intensity, leaving no doubt that he desired me. Like King Raphael, the night of our dance, he too was drawn to me with a passion that went far beyond mere loyalty. I glanced at David, seeking insight. "They're not just allies for the upcoming battle," he explained, his smile knowing. "They're joining our Kingdom."

I am Commander Rage, of Phoenix Wrath," he said, his smile hinting at a fierce attraction. "We stand ready at your lead, my Queen." His gaze burned with a lustful intensity, leaving no doubt that he desired me. Like King Raphael, the night of our dance, he too was drawn to me with a passion that went far beyond mere loyalty. I glanced at David, seeking insight. "They're not just allies for the upcoming battle," he explained, his smile knowing. "They're joining our Kingdom."

Charlotte concluded. "Exactly," I said. "The plan is to get Klaus to Hoff and challenge him. Or whoever the new King is." "He won't fight fair, but that's more than expected," Victor explained. "It doesn't mean that Klaus will be completely unprotected." "But even if Klaus wins, we still won't have the Lycan Kingdom completely united." Demitri still isn't completely attracted to the idea. "It won't just be another Kingdom for us to look after, while the Kingdom of the Wizards can attack."

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

“He did everything but make me bend the knee. It would almost be better to go to war with him.” I clear my throat delicately. “Your Majesty, you have gone to a lot of trouble to forge this alliance.” “Yes, I know. I know. I’m just talking out loud,” King Axel grumbles. He looks at Ainslee and smiles. That bastard has no right to smile at my Ainslee. “Ainslee, my dear, don’t fret. I have no intention of starting a war with Warfang. The alliance will stand.” The king snaps his head in my direction, and I realize I’ve been staring at Ainslee a bit too long. “Rafe, what is the status of Kris’s work in the western borderlands?”

Barbas showed me everything he mentioned and brought out another file, handing it over to me. "What's in there?" I collected it, opening through the pages one after the other. Angrily, I banged the file on the table. It was the ancient book of war that was written by the founder of Devil Claw on how to win one's opponent. "Is it what I think?" I asked and the duo nodded in affirmation. Heimdall was planning a revolt and he was close to achieving what he wanted. From the marked landmarks on the map, he was left with the Alpha's guards and the kitchen servants to make his person.

Red marks covered the map. I stepped closer. “These are royal territories.” Damien pointed. “Look.” Names had been written beside each territory. Some belonged to Darius. Others belonged to nobles who claimed to support Kael. Kael’s face hardened. “They were planning this for years.” I picked up a document. It contained names. Hundreds of them. I read the first few. Royal guards. Nobles. Commanders. Even healers. My stomach twisted. “They have people everywhere.” Kael took the document.

Before the sun went down, the Drakkon king called everyone to the center of the camp and read the letter out loud. It said, "I, the King of Lycans, ask the King of Drakkon for a peace treaty so that the war between our two kingdoms will end." Under the terms of the treaty, I would give the valley to the king of the Drakkons, and the king of the Drakkons would have to bring his troops back from the northern islands. I think that only the Drakkons should rule this valley, because they deserve it. With this letter, I promise to work with the king. Please accept this wonderful sculpture as a gift. It was made by my best sculptors.

* * * * * * * * * * The declaration is sent before morning breaks. Penned by Lord Alfred of House Clair of the Heartlands, and appropriately signed with the seals of Houses Arison and Warner, of the Ranges and the Western Plains; declaring, in no uncertain terms, that the three kingdoms shall be seceding from the united purview of the Red Throne's control. Worded eloquently and ambiguously, of course, full of flowery language and twisting turns that bestow not a small amount of praise unto the new holder of the throne, as in the nature of such politics.

" A word then escaped his voice as soon as he finally took control of his body. Alex dared not close his eyes as he looked at what was in front of him. [Now give great entertainment to fill this old man’s hunger with something new.] That voice echoed in his ears as he let his feet land on the ground. ‘To think that this thing would happen to me... how surprising’ “Alex, stay out of this. Don’t get out of my way! ” Clad did his very best to break the king of Voneveir with his power, but he was surprised that some kind of force was hindering him from doing so. “You promised... Or are you breaking your promise? Clad? ”