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Jason's gaze travelled over Claude's clothing, a tiny scowl on his face, but he remained silent in front of everyone. With a sigh of relief, Claude exhaled deeply. Jason isn't generally a good manager, so the fact that he hasn't publicly chastised Claude suggests he's had a lucky day. Jason gave him the moniker "Jamie." A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average.

He leaned close and started to whisper; "Very few people know about the North. No one knows how the King came about. It's like he just appeared out of thin air with a whole Kingdom. The entire thing seems fishy and those who go there never come back so we hardly know anything. We do know that they're very rich in resources. They have many things unknown to man and are believed to be developing faster than our Kingdom which is the biggest and most developed place in all the lands. Rumours also have it that the King is going to marry our princess. I don't know if it's true" 'Oh it's true alright' Ron thought. But, without knowing much about the Kingdom, why would his father agree to marry off

Something sharp. It was a wolf, but its fur was made of crystalline ice, and its tail was a trail of frozen mist. A Frost-Sentinel. "The King is dead," the Sentinel spoke, its voice a winter breeze in our minds. "But the Blood of the North remains. The King-Born has called us." "The baby?" I asked, looking down at my son. His crimson eye was glowing, fixed on the Sentinel. He wasn't afraid; he was commanding. He was the descendant of the Frost-Guard, and even as a newborn, his blood was a magnet for the ancient protectors of the North.

A Reawakened. "Kael?" I whispered. He stood up. He didn't feel the cold. He didn't look at the arrows still protruding from his shoulder. He simply stood between me and the wind, a silent, silver-eyed sentinel. "The King is taken," Kael said. "The North must burn." I looked at the other five guards scattered across the ice. The desperation in me was a living thing. I couldn't survive the night alone. I couldn't reach the Frost-Peak without an army.

he growled out as he grabbed a guardian by the throat. The other guardians sensed the danger being imposed on them, and tried to take him down but he already formed a protective aura around him and Elle, leaving the guardians to slash away on nothingness. He kept choking the guardian within his hold till he nearly squeezed the life out of him, his eyes flickered to Elle's body and he released the guardian from his grasp and walked to her. He carried her up, letting the blood soak into t-shirt "please stay with me, please" he continuously mumbled as he walked down from the hill, feeling Elle's pulse getting weaker by the moment.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.

“He took me to Rose. I think she saw him too but I never asked her because when I turned around he was gone. In the time it took for him to say - she will take care of you - and for Rose to ask my name, he let go of my hand and he was gone. I looked for him all week like an idiot.” “After that he spoke to me as a Guardian. I am not sure what it was about that day. He guided me, made me read history. His, the Guardians, The Mages. It’s all in his library. The public Library.” “Well he is the founder, so you are not wrong. He died young. So he kept his good looks even in death. Lucky Bastard.” Legarde Smiled. “Yes, died protecting our city. And he still watches over us still. I am grateful to

In the center, bound by faintly glowing chains but radiating overwhelming power, stood the guardian. The being was magnificent, nearly nine feet tall, with a body carved from pure muscle and ethereal glow, skin marked with ancient runes. Even while soft, his cock was a thing of legend: a massive, veiny monstrosity hanging like a third leg, thicker and longer than most men’s entire shafts. The head alone was larger than Torvald’s fist. The guardian’s glowing eyes opened slowly, fixing on the king with dark amusement and hunger. “A mortal king dares seek the Titan’s Gift?” His voice resonated through the chamber like distant thunder. “Many have tried. None have taken it all.”

"You have not read…" "The answer is no," I reaffirmed and pointed at the guardian. "What the hell did you do to him?" "He is the king's slave!" "Is he now? A guardian, son of Zeus a slave to the offsprings of Gala." "This should perhaps caution your drastic decision. There is no one too powerful that can not be tamed … or killed," he replied and I could detect the confidence in his tone.

After 45 minutes, the Guardians return to the big hall, helped by their servants, and everyone present, except the king, stands up to welcome them. The guardian of Justice looks at the one controlling the words, and he nods, indicating that everything went well. With a gesture, the Crypt Guards bow to the guardians and withdraw, stamping their heavy boots on the ground. The chairs turn and face the king. - The best of us all has the word, our beloved and wise king, Vald Blood. The king nods to the keeper of the words and gets up. He looks at everyone slowly and stops with visible hatred toward the appellants.