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“Why are you here, Cassia? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” “I am resting.” He raised an eyebrow that clearly said ‘really?’ “Look,” I said, standing with my arms crossed, “I know you don’t understand how the human body works, but stepping out, laughing, and having thrilling encounters can help heal us better than being stuck in bed… Your Majesty,” I added with a humble bow when I noticed Landon staring at me as if my head would look nice on a silver platter for how I spoke to the king. The king simply nodded. “Thrilling encounters, huh?” He looked around before asking, “Do you know how to ride a horse?”

She'd learned that at the inn, where the right words said in the right tone could buy you another day of relative safety. "You stood in my Presentation Hall yesterday," the King said, "and looked at me as if you had the right." "I was presented to court, Your Highness. Looking at the reigning monarch is protocol." "For eleven seconds." His voice was still pleasant. "I counted." "I didn't realize there was a time limit." The silence that followed had weight. One of the advisors—Lord Carver—made a small sound. Not quite a laugh. More like a man suppressing one. The King's eyes didn't change. They were the same color as Kael's, she noticed—that particular shade of ice-grey—but where Kael's carr

I did not say anything to him. Instead, I completely ignored Gabriel and his so-called Tech-god Anna and walked straight to Mr. Victor. “Uncle Victor, you have been a respected and highly educated elder in the field of national technology, a gold medalist and well-known for your foresight.” I said. His lips curled up as he proudly stroked his beard. That's when I added. “Too shameful that you can't differentiate pearl from glass bead.” “You-” he almost lost his temper, by someone from the younger generation. But, he swallowed his anger down as he said, “Think before you talk, Miss Franklin. You might be the chairwoman of the Pearl group, but what we do here is national pride.”

Where the hell was I? I tried to think of what I knew about the new king but lost it. I only knew about the king before I was born. The king, Alfred, had ruled for what felt like an eternity. Decades before I was born, he had ascended to the throne, and now, well into his nineties, he continued to reign. Yet, he was a distant figure, rarely venturing to our part of the Pack. I had never seen him, and even my father, it was rumoured, had only fleeting encounters. Tales whispered of a fading mind, a king growing old and weary.

The three women were calling him, but he did not stop, instead walked faster until he was able to match my pace. “Where are you going? I called you earlier. You haven’t heard me?” he said. We were walking side by side and the others were already watching me. As if curious about the man whom I was walking with. “Did they know about you?” “They don’t know me.” I raised an eyebrow. “Is that true? How could they not know the king?” “Not everyone saw the king. They only know the name, but never the face,” explained. Ah, right. Not everyone had the luxury to visit the palace and see him face to face. This man also did not have any social media platforms. There was also no news coverage about his f

' "Do you think I would invite strangers into my home without knowing who they are or learning a bit about them? Besides, I'm aware of the Busch family name. It's quite popular for various reasons." "I'm flattered that you've heard the name," Kendrick replied with a short bow, his tone respectful yet carrying a hint of pride. The exchange hinted at a dynamic between father and son that was both amusing and endearing. The King's gaze lingered on me, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of nerves. His eyes held a depth that seemed to go beyond the surface, assessing more than just my physical presence. "And you must be who I think you are," the King said, his voice resonating with authority.

”This is mom—” “You're wrong to think that Pasaraya is flawed, you cowardly boy.” Angga stared at King with emotion. “Who are you?” “Oh yes. I forgot to introduce myself.” King got up. “Mom and Dad definitely know me, right?” King winked at Gadis's parents. “You think ... Pasaraya never mentions my name in your romantic conversations.” “You're not important, Kingkong!“ interrupted Gadis with an uneven breath. “It's not important to tell people who are not too close to your heart, that's true.” King got up from where he was sitting. He also stepped closer to Angga and his family.

The king gasps. “The spitting image.” My mate professes. King Kellen manages to wipe the shocked look off his face, but his eyes stay trained on my son. “Hey buddy, do you know who I am?” He asks my son. Zane shakes his head. “I’m King Kellen Moon,” He holds his large hand out to my son who looks at him in awe but places his chubby little fingers in his and gives the king a good hard shake. Just like I taught him. “Do you mind if Beta Mike talks with your mommy? I would be happy to show you and your aunt the palace if that’s ok?”

f***king gold shoes. Who kept this here??? "The king is gave me 10 minutes to get you ready...we need to be quick!" Caroline said running into the room from the bathroom. Whaaat??😲 "Get ready for what?..." I asked dazed. "The king is taking you to the All-Kings conference!!!" She yelled and I dilated I shock. What the heck.... *

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”