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At least, that is what she had assumed for she had looked at the man as an older brother. "Greetings, to the both of you." He greets as he headed towards the two, his pale blue eyes staring at Bella with caution. "I am the Panthers' leader and the Kingston heir but you can call me Lucas." The man introduced himself, glancing at the guns the two held. "Okay then, Lucas. Explain your proposal." Bella spoke, waving at Lucas to continue. "We won't be doing such thing. Not until you two remove your mask, at least."

He's the human lord in charge of the western empire. "We all know that," Prince Jath replied.Lord matthew's son. "They're saying you have feelings for her my lord," Lady Mary said. She was also present in the meeting. "Are you all done?" Vador asked raising his brows."have no time for boring talks,shouldn't we be talking of how to stop the dark witches. I'm the dark lord and I decided to let Ava stay in the royal house,my royal house." "You cannot change a law that has been existing before you were born lord," Alanis said. He was a vampire elder who was over a thousand year.

People in the north barely talk about him too, but they are aware of him. "I was fascinated to hear about you and was more grateful that the north has you now that we are facing a crisis over the increasing number of insurgents. I was really anticipating having a conversation with you, Raenerys the Conqueror." The voice he has is a mixture of Nevil and Acheron. Even his face resembles the faces of the Lancaster siblings. No wonder; it runs in the blood.

Balthasar stammered to explain the situation. Raphael gritted his teeth with suppressed anger. "You thought that no one would dare to speak a word against you, right? You are using your power to bully others. This is not proper and the kind of behavior expected from a king. Apologise to Valerie" he said coldly. Balthasar doesn't want to apologize to anyone. He is a king and he doesn't have the habit of apologizing to anyone. But he cannot dare to anger Raphael. So he stepped forward and reluctantly apologized to Valerie.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

I lowered my head and tried to walk past him. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard. "You offended me, and offending a royal is punished by death!" he roared, his eyes burning red. I gasped. This man was strong and definitely had alpha blood running in his veins. He called himself "royal" which was why I guessed that the man whose fingers tightened around my wrist was Ragnar Venard, Tyrion's uncle. Shit. "I don't think I did anything to offend you," I said, looking straight into his flaring eyes.

“Our daughter finally has options. Marcus, or… King Dave Stark.” Bella’s pulse roared in her ears. Dave. Her Dave. “The man is called the Devil of the North for a reason,” Alpha Griffin snapped. “He destroys everything in his path. He’s coming for business, not cake and music.” Luna Belle scoffed. “Still, it’s an opportunity. Marcus is predictable. But King Stark?” She laughed lightly. “Imagine the alliance.” Alpha Griffin hesitated. “If Agnes caught his attention… I’d be father to a Queen.”

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

He wished that his son would sooner forgive himself for the past than later, but again, Kane was a stubborn man. "I'm not the same man I was years back. I'm getting too old for this game and you know that. I hope you can be understanding and seenwhy I had to do what I did," he reasoned, aware that Kane was a prideful man who hated being pushed into a corner. "You're my only heir, the sole successor to my throne." "I'm not your only heir, father. Kate is very much alive, in case you've forgotten," he spoke coldly, fighting hard to keep his anger at bay. They had barely reconciled and yet they were already butting heads. Just like in the past.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and