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I didn't think she had missed it on purpose, or maybe she had done so. “Um, I passed by her room already. I came to inform you about something else.” “And that is?” I frowned. Was something else the matter with her? Issues upon issues kept coming up each time! I wondered when it truly would end. “No, no, no. She's fine.” Sabrina shook her head. “It's something else.” I let out a sigh of relief. “I recently started working on a herb. It'll be a one time ailment cure, using the silverroot and moonleaf. I’d like to try it on her..”

“It’s… 1438 AE, Your Majesty.” My stomach dropped. No. No. No. “What kingdom is this?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Earldom, my Queen.” My voice cracked. “Who rules this kingdom?” “King Alaric,” she said softly. I froze. The Raven King. The man I’d just insulted in class that morning. The tyrant who burned the world over a betrayal. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath. “This has to be a joke.”

His eyes do not leave mine. “Whenever the Alpha King enters a territory,” Damien says, “every werewolf must bow.” For a second, my brain refuses to process the sentence. It arrives in pieces. Alpha. King. Bow. My face reacts before my thoughts catch up. My eyes widen so fast they sting. My jaw loosens. Not dramatic, not theatrical, just human shock, the kind that steals structure from your expression. The kind readers know because they have felt it themselves when reality flips without warning. I actually look behind me.

"Well then...take me to my kingdom, Your Highness." Viktor smoothly piloted his sleek private jet as they raced towards Valendria. Amy fidgeted nervously in the plush leather seat, still struggling to grasp her new reality. "You are very quiet." Viktor reached over to take her hand. "Having doubts?" Amy attempted a casual laugh. "Oh, I'm just peachy about becoming royalty and getting mobbed by cameras. No big deal!" Seeing Viktor's frown, she hastened to add, "Hey, don't look so worried. I agreed to this crazy adventure with open eyes." She squeezed his warm hand. "I know you'll protect me from the mad circus as best you can."

I replied looking as guilty as possible, until I looked at the King directly before we both started to laugh at our little running joke between us. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Queen rolling her eyes at us both whilst we laughed some more at her reaction, “are you two ever going to over this joke?” She says in an annoyed but slightly amused tone, both me and the King shook our heads in unison replied “nope”. She then walked up to me so gracefully like she was floating on the ground and not just walking pulling me into a hug before letting me go to sit down on the sofa next to her and the King. ‘She is stunning’ I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of where both are sitti

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

Regis Filia Gazmin immediately knelt down and bowed. "Good!" he said. He stood up, and he supported the regis filia to stand. "Take it." And he reached the Eoburos Kingdom Ancient Jade." "Thank you for trusting me, Emperor Aegaeus. I promise not to let you down." "Benige facis, Emperor Aegaeus!" Governor Gedda's statement. The next day Empaler Aegaeus left first, and General Dour was with him. IMMORTAL WORLD - NUNNEAPIA NATION - OTTONEM KINGDOM

The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my thick and curvy physique. Placing two meticulously crafted cocktails before me, she grins, her eyes widening in realization. A sheepish admission follows – she forgot her purse. Once again, I find myself left alone in a crowd, a surge of nervousness enveloping me. Sipping on my cocktail, the liquid infusion prompts a welcomed relaxation. My gaze sweeps across the vibrant expanse of the club, and amidst the pulsating lights, a pair of eyes captures my attention – the King's. A flutter of anxiety courses through me as I watch him lick his lips and discreetly instruct a guard, pointing in my direction. I try to convi

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”