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He couldn't open his mouth and ask Ariti to leave—which would mean that he was telling him to leave with all hopes of getting his sister back—and he also couldn't give Maria to him because that would mean subjecting her to more suffering by his hands—and living without his mate. His silence rang loud and clear, clearer than the hushed whispers of his people as they watched him. "Well," Ariti spoke again. "There you have it. Your king has just guaranteed my return and by extension, guaranteed more deaths in this kingdom." He waved the sorceress over and she got up reluctantly, glaring at Bran, her look telling him that the fight wasn't over. "Come, we have somewhere to be. And of course by so

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

She looked at him wearily, as if she were an angel cast into the land of sinners to attract the devils with her heavenly beauty. Arden Gunner, the cruel alpha king, parted his lips a bit. He looked so brooding, menacing, and dangerous while Erina looked angelic, enticing, and soft. But the alpha king didn't know; his cause of death had simply greeted him.

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.

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His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core. As Amren gazed at the portrait, it was as if she could feel the dead king glaring at her through the portrait. As Amren's eyes traced the lines of the portrait, a shiver coursed through her as if the malevolent spirit of the long-dead king had reached out from beyond the grave to caress her soul. The painting, a masterful rendering of King Leferve Von Vendela, captured the very essence of his dark nature, his eyes seeming to bore into her own with an intensity that defied the passage of time. King Leferve Von Vendela was, without question, the cruelest and most dangerous v

“I made it myself.” I looked at him in shock. “I had no idea you had such artistic talent.” “I don’t often get a chance to show it off,” he said dismissively. “It's a She Wolf,” he explained. “I hope that the image might be some inspiration to help your own wolf reawaken.” I was touched by the thoughtfulness of his gift. “Thank you so much,” I said. “We’ll find a place of honor to display it.” The King seemed pleased with this response. David was silent. I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed by how underwhelmed he seemed by such a thoughtful gift or if he was just afraid of saying something else to offend the King.

Fear. “Hey.” Jion called out but she was as if manipulated into immobility by the painting she was staring. He raised his head upon the painting and saw a great creation of Gadianton, the present king in the east kingdom, where the place was surrounded with lots of merciless robbers on its every borders. The painting told a tale about the barbaric slaughter of a prince. His chariot dying along with him on his travel towards his own kingdom where his princess waited earnestly for his comeback.

Laurier and I immediately looked at each other and he just shrugged his shoulders so I immediately glared at him. "What are we going to do now!?" I softly shouted at him. "Dear king! Madam Yoka is gone! The one you have appointed to rule this whole place!" I hear the King's cursed . I was just surprised when Laurier suddenly covered my both ears with his two hands. "Tsk, tsk. There's a child here, it's bad to be influenced by bad language, isn't it?" He immediately looked at me. I kick his hand hard right away so he laughed again.