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The courtyard was silent, as was everyone present there, ranging from the royal family to their servants. The lord walked in, accompanied by nobody. His shiny hair appeared wavy than curly this time and looked as if it added even more volume overnight. It was the type of hair that looked so tempting to touch. "King Ron of the flame kingdom. My faithful subject, how has the leadership been?" The lord spoke to the king, although his eyes were set on Kassy the entire time. "Very fine lord Ash." King Ron greeted him, standing to his feet. So that was his name...Ash. Myan thought.

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

I heard a click then he answered. “It’s open.” I entered and search under the backseat. I pulled out what I found under and was surprised to see a Seoul University uniform. And what surprised me more is that it fits me perfectly. So Black Dragon thought about this mission. Not to mention he didn’t forget we’re together in this. I unconsciously smiled at the thought of it. I continued changing when Black Dragon speaks again. “And Topgun, there’s also hair products there. Change your hairstyle. “ “Okay.” I answered. He’s really prepared for this. I thought as I grabbed the hair products and fix my hair.

King Verdell kept caressing skin on my bruised neck and said “WOW….. I had never seen a beauty like… you…. you are one of most beautiful women I had seen after my Queen…” “MY QUEEN….. MY LOVE COME…. SEE THIS NEW TOY OF YOURS……” King Verdell further added and let my neck go…. “Ahhhh…..” I winced and turned my head to normal and saw a women dressed in noble walking towards me, she was one explicit beauty with sharp facial features, long wavy orange hairs, deep grey colored eyes and her marble like looked flawless except on long scar that was on her half of her nose and right side of both lips…. this scare looked like a burned scar… but even with scar on her face one cannot overlook her beauty…

"But we must also try to see if you can carry the dress well during the event." "The King even provided you shoes, Asty! Look!" Yvonne pointed at the box. Asty gazed at it, and indeed everything inside it was a complete set. Black ribbons, which would complement her bright, orange hair. High-heeled sandals, smothered with stones and gems. Sun-themed jewelry, made of pure gold, and a box of cosmetics." Asty's chest started to throb. The King had sent too many gifts for her! "Make-up?!" Yvonne looked at the sealed box of cosmetics. "These are damn expensive! The King must be crazy to send you a whole set of it!"

After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused. Suddenly the king was charmed with a lust spell that made him sleep with Alovia, who became pregnant and bore the king a son. Alovia demanded the king broke his mate bond with Ivory and crown her queen, she did everything possible to make it happen. Queen Ivory later realized that the cause of all her delima was her jealous sister, seeing as she was defenseless against her sister's magic, she left and gave birth to twins. A boy with the moon birthmark on his right chest and a girl with a wolf on her right shoulder, the ALPHA KING. Melissa Alejandr

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

“They will test you. They will try to get under your skin. Do not let them see any weakness. Do not let them see that they have hurt you.” “They will not see weakness,” I replied, my voice steady. I turned in his arms to face him, my hands coming up to rest on his chest. “They will see the woman who stands beside the King of Ashes. They will see the queen he has chosen.” A slow, proud smile touched his lips. He reached for the velvet box on my dresser, the one that held his mother’s emerald necklace. “Then you should wear your crown,” he said softly.

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled