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“He wanted to make sure we knew what you had gotten yourself into.” I felt myself pale at her words. I swallowed my panic the best I could. “What exactly did he tell you?” “That Alexander is the Ice King,” she said. “That he’s been acting in the Roguelands to hinder the Northern kings intrusions into our kingdom, but doing so in a way that’s not strictly legal.” “Apparently he’s been doing this since he was a teenager,” my father added with a tone of disbelief. “Tell me, did you know all along?”

I shouted at her, hoping she could hear me while she was in the Moon Goddess realm. “A seventh Guardian Knight has been selected, he will be what completes the Guardian Knight bond,” she said in an eerie, ethereal voice. I was confused as I thought Ellie was supposed to make the last selection but in the same breath, I was worried because I didn’t want that light and energy to draw others to us before we were ready.

Killian asked, his eyes never leaving the boy. I looked at the silver eyes of the child who had saved his father and the North. "Cian," I said. "It means ancient. Like the Well." Killian leaned down, kissing my forehead and then the top of the baby’s head. "Cian Blackwood. The First King of the New North."

Fabian asked. “You mean to say…?” “It's been more than a year now. The king of the North isn't one to joke with. He sent a scroll to inform us, it is for respect for a different region. He isn't as nice,” Fabian narrated. He had done some research “If the king of the North comes to claim the West, he would do it in minutes without blinking an eye. He won't just kill a princess; he would destroy the whole pack.” “And why am I just hearing this?” Lucien asked.

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

“He usually kills those that disturb his rest.” “Why haven’t you said this earlier?!” Milton asked, and took out a magic rune. “Put the rune back, Milton!” Rhobart said. “The guardian will let us pass.” Milton stopped in his tracks. “How do you know this?” Rhobart kept walking; Kerra, his loyal companion, was next to him. “Because no one would dare to stand between Ayla and me. Not now, when I know who I am!” The King of Nordmar said.

The floor was icy cold beneath his knees. Kael couldn’t move a single muscle as he stared at the portal; now closed as if it returned to its slumber. His eyes fixed steady. His only heartbeat challenged the sound of the howling chilly wind, slow but strong, pummeling against his chest. What just happened? He could hear voices echoing inside his head. Kael Denvorn, the King’s Guard, Protector of Ice Crown, and Divine Knight of Glacia, had failed once again. The biggest failure he had. The worst one.

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

I straighten slowly, lifting my head just as the doors to the healer’s wing swing open. The King of the Northern Realm steps inside. Liam’s father. He is taller than I remember, his silver hair bound back in a warrior’s braid, his crown forged not of gold but moonsteel etched with ancient runes. Power clings to him like a second skin—old, disciplined, lethal. The room seems to bow around him. Behind him stand royal guards, their expressions carved from stone. The healers drop to their knees instantly. I don’t. I meet the King’s gaze head-on.

Chapter 51 - The Northern King The convoy was led into the palace entrance, the tall and heavy doors closing behind them with a resounding thud. The inside resembled the atmosphere outside the palace, cold crispy white halls, yet warm and welcoming, a notable contrast to the harsh coldness of the outside atmosphere. The walls they passed by in the corridors and halls as they were led to the grand hall where King Jnaoer was waiting for his visitors were adorned with banners of the Northern Region, a symbol of their pride and strength.