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I shook my head not wanting to further connect the dots. “You are far more interesting than I imagined. Dear you’ve come at an off season if you must know. Everyone is fine with where they stand at court. No one is vying for my affections, none dare jeopardize what they already have and so that leaves me just as insignificant as you.” “Hmm…” I took another sip just to downplay his words. “I would think a king such as yourself would insist on being the center of attention.” “What about me gives you that impression?”

The fear that flooded her gave him a relief. “Now you’ll get your purse and get the hell out. And don’t forget to reapply your lipstick.” He walked to his table not paying her attention as angrily left. The bitch! A bad day isn’t a bad life, those were the exact words King kept muttering to himself to get himself past the day. The day was fast spent, he was about picking his phone to call his fiancé when a message from Brian popped in. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

“I can find her myself, your king. You can stay here with the prince. It is my duty as a soldier, anyway.” What kind of a king hides himself while a battle was going on against a tyrant?, Damon thought. “No. I’ll get back there and find the queen myself. You stay here with the prince.” “But, my king-“ “No buts. That’s an order from your king. Take care of Hector. For us.” The words weighed heavier than the power left in his body. He could feel himself weaken with the tiniest step, but his motivation is driving him more. He would not forgive himself if something bad happens to Harper and he didn’t do anything. What kind of a king would that make him?

I am not even paying attention to them anymore. I can see the king in deep thought while everyone else is talking around us. He is focusing on Jarvis. I know he is reading Jarvis right now to see if he is being deceitful. I haven’t even tried to read his aura. Honestly, I don’t want to. I’m just so over all of this. Maybe I’m just meant to be alone.

And I had every intention of being the last man standing. Even if it meant breaking my brother. Even if it meant breaking myself. Even if it meant breaking the only person who had actually looked at me and seen something other than a bank account. Yeah. This was going to be fun.

"Use every resource we have." "Yes, Alpha King." "Quietly," I added. "And fast.” They filed out. I sat with my head in my hands a long moment. Then I stood and dressed to go hunt her myself. "Liya," I said to the empty room, turning the little crescent moon over in my fingers. "Whoever you really are, wherever you've run, I'll find you. If I have to turn over every stone in this kingdom, I'll find you."

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

“Your dreams don’t mean anything to me. I’m not your pawn!" The doctors shifted nervously, the tension suffocating as the king’s presence weighed over us. I could feel the eyes of everyone on me, judging, dissecting. Where was my escape? I wanted to run, to break free of their suffocating expectations and their desires to weave me into their plans. “Listen to me,” the king said, his voice suddenly lower, more personal. “This isn’t just about you. Your existence has greater significance than you realize. You are part of something larger.”

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

This was most certainly not a part of his careful plans. Omar Farouq swirled his wine around in his glass and eyed her over the top of it, ignoring the drumbeat inside him that seemed to take him over. “I am the King of Sohar,” he said simply enough, despite that low, insistent pounding that filled him up. “That’s the only thing you need to know about me.”