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She looked simple yet fabulous. And I knew at first glance that she was no ordinary woman. She was a witch. “Hello,” I said politely. “My oh my, she is a pretty one,” Hesta said as she washed her eyes over my body as if I was a merchandize. “You really know how to pick your women.” A mischievous smile played on her face and Issa had to clear his throat. “She is my niece, control your thoughts, Hesta.” “Please, Issa, you may be able to fool a lot of people but you can not fool me, the way you described her is how a lover would describe the body of a woman he has thoroughly explored,” Hesta said with a light smirk.

They were eating with a desperate intensity, their eyes following me with a new, dangerous spark of defiance. I looked for the silver of her hair, but she wasn't there. Instead, I saw Hestia, the old healer, moving among the wounded. "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice echoing off the damp stone. Hestia didn't even look up as she bandaged a yearling's arm. "She did what you should have done, Alpha Rhys. She gave them back their lives. Now, if you're looking for her, I'd suggest checking your infirmary. She went to find the medicine you were too busy 'politicking' to provide."

And in fact, she is also the one who is very affected by this mess as she still hasn't seen her son, Christian until now. "I just want to take back what I lent your sister!" Haria said in a hard voice as she was referring to Jacob. She thought of that kind of answer to annoy Girlie even more and she seemed to succeed because Girlie's eyes glared even more and even positioned herself into a fighting stance position. "Enough of the chatting, Haria! Let's end this now!" Girlie said loudly. "For my sister and the entire pack of the Night Warriors Pack, accept your end, Haria!"

A mage who also opposes the Queen Regent and her faction, also works with one of the most despicable man in the Capitol. She was staring deep into his soul, arms crossed in front of her chest. As he was too focused on her, and the intimidating aura she has, Tristan was late to realize the presence of another person — the Head Priest. "Why? Surprised I don't get my skin burned by being here? Oh dear. You of all people should know of the only creature you should be surprised to see in this place. Well, not me though," she continued. "Hold on. You are the Queen Regent's attendant? Is that true, young man?" It was the Head Priest this time, shocked and obscurely disappointed of what he just foun

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

I command to the room before turning on my heel and accepting Isaac from his nanny. *** Hestia looks more like a mythical creature than a woman to me–tall and lean with a shallow face that makes her look much older than she is. I can’t deny that she’s one hell of a head housekeeper, but keeping her at arm’s length has seemed appropriate. Trinity hired her. Hestia pours tea into a dainty china cup and sets it in front of me in the informal sitting room. “Cream and sugar?” “Yes, thank you,” I say, watching the woman’s face as she pours cream into my cup. Her fingers are long and narrow, and I can tell just by her skin that she must have spent time working outside when she was younger.

A femal voice makes me jump and slam the fridge shut, turning to see a slightly older woman in a black uniform. “You didn’t need to do that. I-” I cut myself off, “I’m sorry, who are you?” “My name is Hestia,” The woman smiles, “Your new best friend. Would you like a proper tour?” I chew on my lip as I process her words, “My new best friend?” “Yes ma’am,” Hestia nods, shifting her weight onto her right leg, “Master Daniels has entrusted me with your wellbeing. I can cook and tell you anything you’d like to know.”

husband and I say in unison "I now pronounce you Emporer Storm Olympus, a descendant of Zeus, and Empress Atia Sarai Olympus, daughter of Hades and granddaughter of Hera," Lady Gelene and Lord Idur say in unison as they set the crowns on our heads, and we stand to face our new subjects smiling "I object to this," we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion

“Is that so? Then look behind you, little cursed one.” In the direction Dante pointed, a woman emerged from the trees. Her long, raven black hair fell to her waist, and her eyes glowed with an icy blue coldness. It was Hestia. The pack’s healer. The she wolf who, according to gossip, had admired Silas since childhood and never left his side.

My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected. Everyone was struck silent. At that moment, I smiled. "Congratulations. You've unsealed the final boss of this scenario, the Sea God. If you defeat me, you can clear this dungeon." Their weapons had been made to defeat the seabirds, and the moment their attacks hit me, they dissolved. "No way, how did Sylvia become the final boss? Did your family keep this from us on purpose?" My parents were shell-shocked. "We have no idea either, she didn't say!"