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The king's mood was set for the day, and it was clear that any obstacle that may arise would be met with trepidation. Horacio bowed low, his eyes fixed on the ground, as he bid farewell to the king. However, the attendant received no response from the monarch, only the piercing gaze of his cold, red eyes. As soon as the attendant vanished from sight, a fit of rage overtook him, and he hurled his table with great force. The king's will overflowed with determination. The heart within her chest had ceased its rhythmic beating, yet it yearned to compensate for the absence of vampiric vitality.

I could feel the other’s move closer as well, silently letting me know that they had my back. I had turned the game against him and Rihero knew that. Jayden was a novice and nowhere near ready to take over the kingdom. He wasn’t a warrior or a conqueror; he was brave but caring and kind…sometimes far too kind. He just wanted to be an ordinary man, not a cruel ruler like his father and Rihero knew that. In other words, he was Rihero’s biggest disappointment.

“And who are you to command me, village girl? You are new here. A plaything draped in silk. Do not mistake the king’s temporary obsession for true power.” The insult stung, sharp and cruel. Liana’s nails dug into her palms, but she forced herself to smile. “Obsession, you say? Then why is it your body aches for what is mine?” Kael’s eyes glittered with amusement, though he said nothing. He was watching. Waiting. Testing. Serenya straightened, her shoulders squared. “A king is not owned by one woman. He may take as many as he pleases. If he desires me, you will watch as he does.”

king:- that was quiet, I think your pain make you mature, you want to live because you are not in pain anymore, but in my case, I am still suffering that why I want to die, the only thing that can make me happy and set me free is death, Ariel:- kill yourself if you want to die, I will not kill you, because all this thing will take effort and time, that why I don't wast my time in meaningless conflicts, do forgive me, old man. king:- I want to die because, I try my everything to make this country survive and because of that, my kingdom is still alive at least, after fighting 3 nations alone, I think I done enough but then I lose my wife, she didn't deserve that kind fate, because of that I co

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “The heir has chosen.” Around her, several wounded wolves stopped convulsing. Not healed. But stabilizing. Hope spread through Blackwood for the first time in days. Back at Nightfall, the First King sensed the change immediately. And he hated it. Because his greatest weapon had always been despair. Hope made wolves dangerous. The King lashed out with terrifying fury. Dark resonance erupted across the chamber. Several support pillars exploded. The ceiling began collapsing. Ronan shoved wounded warriors toward the tunnels.

"Damn it..." Zephyr Khan growled in a low voice. "This decayed world is equivalent to the other side's dominant world. In this world, no one can shake him, he is a king." The Curse Devil King was about to go crazy. At this moment, he was extremely worried. Once he was tainted with a trace of decay, it would be extremely difficult for him to get rid of it. Swoosh The figure of Zephyr Khan had already jumped directly into a dense forest.

Desperation clawed at O'Horan's heart as he watched the king's weakened state. Slowly, the sun began to rise, its gentle rays casting an ethereal glow upon the room. The healers exchanged weary glances, their shoulders slumping under the weight of their efforts. Beta O'Horan's face mirrored their exhaustion as he turned to them, his voice tremulous with sadness. "Is there nothing more we can do? Please, do not let him slip away, we just have to keep striving. You need to keep trying, you know. Nothing must happen to the king." he pleaded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Her mother lowered her head and exited the room, squeezing Nerissa's hand tightly as she left. The King of Rise loomed over Nerissa, and she felt the weight of despair. Her legs threatened to give way. He was angry, and his aura felt beastly as he approached, his black boots spotless and polished. He crouched before her, gently lifting her chin with his fingers. As she stared into his dark eyes, the world around her faded into nothingness. "If you didn't want to marry David, you could have simply said so. You have embarrassed your mother and me by fleeing from your responsibilities."

My legs felt weak, and I could barely keep the paper steady. Kira moved closer. “Cora… please tell me this is a mistake.” I looked up at her, my throat burning. “It’s not.” For a second, neither of us said anything. The wind caught the edge of the parchment, almost tearing it from my grip. I folded it before it could, pressing it hard against my chest. My father had once told me that the Rite of Despair was worse than exile, worse than death. No one ever came back from it. Not one.

A feeling of complete despair, emptiness and suffering entrapped her. She felt compelled to open her mouth, she wanted to scream, but nothing came out, and when she tried to clamp her mouth shut, she became paralyzed; lost to the Orakcilars' power. IN THE MIDST OF HER DESPAIR, the Alpha King reappeared. He lifted his leg and stomped on the head of the Orakcilar with his enormous foot. He crushed its head into the grass and freed her from the compulsion that held her captive. She started to gasp for air, clawing at her throat as the sensation of panic was pulling her under. The Alpha King kneeled beside her, and placed his hand over her hammering heart, he closed his eyes and then he focused