The Kings Omega
"I am here to offer you a choice. You can continue to be my cousin's lapdog, her pet admiral, the muscle in her little play for the throne. Or you can be a king."
Thorne stared at him, his face a mask of disbelief, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He was a man who respected power, who craved it, who saw it in others. And in that moment, he saw it in Kaelen. He saw not a merchant, not a foreigner, but a man who was his equal. A man who was his rival.
"You're him," Thorne whispered, his voice a low, awestruck murmur. "You're the King."
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