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The grand hall of Virenkai shimmered with unnatural light, its golden chandeliers blazing like suns suspended above. The scent of roasted meats and spiced rice filled the air, rich enough to make any ordinary traveler weak with hunger. But Alessia's stomach tightened, knotted, her instincts screaming louder than the welcoming drums that echoed through the marble pillars. Kaelith zorath, The king of Virenkai his name spoken in reverence by the guardsnrose to greet them..

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

“And no king stands alone.” The circlet settled into Cora’s dark hair. “Rise, Queen Cora.” Cora stood, and Mom mirrored Dad’s action. She knelt before her daughter-in-law. “My queen.” The cheer that followed shook the hall. Gideon took Cora’s hand, lifting it beside his own. Alpha Finlay stepped up from his place on the side of the dais, calling out, “All hail King Gideon and Queen Cora of the Eastern Kingdom!” The crowd responded with “All hail the King! All hail the Queen!” My voice joined with theirs.

explained Rai. "King...? You mean King of Antro!?" shouted Al in surprise. "No. But King of Haltz." Al looked at him in surprise, "Haltz? Since when did Haltz have a King? If this is King Haltz, then this King should be you, but you are still standing here like an idiot." Rai glanced annoyed, "If a King of Haltz goes on diplomatic grounds to Raltz, and they attack him instead. What do you think will happen?"

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

Before she could do that, Queen Mother Meghan had already kicked the old woman and her grandson. "How dare you lowly people touch me? Don't create a scene. Today is the King's wedding. And even if thousands of people like them die or thousands of you all end up in the street, Country A will not suffer any loss. Country A is the biggest, most powerful, and richest kingdom in the world. Who could dare to defy us?" Queen Mother Meghan said proudly. After saying that, she ignored them and walked away from there but stopped when she heard the old lady say, "Remember, no one is greater than God. God is watching all of you. Everyone has to pay the price for their wrongdoing."

Eirene says. What they do not know is that she never defeated death. She just never stayed dead, because I never let her. But I will not say that out loud. When all hope is lost, I have to hold on. That is my duty as the King. Even during the roughest storm, I have to stand strong. I am the pillar of this Kingdom. If I crumble, the rest will fall. I have to stand strong. Always. She has been laying in a spot, for the last three hours.

Chapter 7: His Majesty, The King Isabel's POV As we kept our heads down, suddenly, there was a deep, resonant sound of drums that echoed across the courtyard. The steady beat signaled the beginning of the Winter Welcoming Feast, a grand celebration marking the end of the harvest and the onset of the colder months. The drums finally ceased and a hush fell over the crowd. “His Majesty, the King!” announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard.

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.