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"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

) All of the people present in the room were shocked to see a 1-month-old baby blabbering like she was scolding the emperor. Even the innocent blue eyes that they saw turned sharp and cold. 'W-What…Are we seeing this right?' They all thought at the same time. The cute and innocent-looking baby is glaring at the emperor, but rather than looking intimidating and scary, she looks like a kitten ready to jump at her father. 'So cute…!' The emperor, Xerxes, stared at the angry Alesteria and raised his hand. Alesteria thought that the emperor was pissed she slapped him and closes her eyes, waiting for a slap in return.

Yes, she can see him angry but not the change in his eye color. He didn’t even transform, so the rumor was true. The ruthless Alpha King of The Blue Moon pack has the devil’s eyes. He was more dangerous and superior with his bloodshot, raging eyes. “Y-Your... eyes. . .” Emily uttered, trembling. “So, the rumor is true,” Emily added, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Yes, it’s true. The rumors were true, Emily,” he answered nonchalantly. “I have the devil’s eyes that everyone fears.”

“In that case, I’ll take all of you to hell with me!” In that very moment, the Emperor seemed to be the real-life embodiment of the devil himself. He was the commander-in-chief of the Red Flame Army, which possessed a variety of extremely lethal weapons. Although their use was highly restricted, even for use in the case of a war, the Emperor could not care less. He had nothing left to lose. He glared venomously at the King. “Bring Mr. Lee here now. I want to speak to him.” The Emperor was still clinging to the last threads of hope he had.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 15: INDESCRIBABLE EMOTIONS Leen was confused about what happened inside but she had no right to ask, thus she stayed silent. Despite the fact that even the Empress said that the Emperor was a scary person, the Empress had a bright smile on her face. It was seemingly the exact opposite of what the Empress told. Leen looked back and shrugged her shoulders. It seemed that even the Emperor couldn’t handle the Empress’s cuteness and had fallen for her at first sight.

All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds. Just like that, the books begin to fall. What. The. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to stab him. ''Oh, sorry. Wrong room,'' He chuckles, glancing at my direction before entering the room. Just as my blood begins to boil in disagreement, he winks. Shit. ''Your Highness, we're just having a lesson.'' Marie Anne says, pointing at the books that has fell onto the ground before smiling up at the prince himself. ''I can see that,'' He glances back at me. ''Actually, I just wanted to see how things are going in here. Don't really want her to feel pressured,''

‘You are the one who asked me to predict your shit this afternoon, now you are doubting me when I say stuff’, I said. He pulled on my dad’s shirt over his torso and I was a little disappointed, in that moment Rivers jumped out of my lap and strolled over to where he was sited. ‘Look, I’m … sorry, okay?’, he said whispered like he didn’t want to hear himself apologise. Rivers jumped on his lap and the white of Beck’s shorts contrasted with the blackish gray of Rivers’ fur. ‘She likes you’, I said to Beck. ‘What’s up with its eyes?’

he adds coldly. “I know,” I say nonchalantly. The knife presses against my thigh, hidden, stolen from the kitchen without Madison noticing. An attendant appears with menus, pouring expensive wine into glasses. “You didn’t have to use a blindfold,” I say, annoyed, taking a slow sip of the wine. “What’s the fun in that? I like you on edge, princess.” His voice stays cold. I roll my eyes. “Come on. Your brain was working the whole time, wasn’t it? Trying to figure out where you were.”

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That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.