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she purrs, her tone honeyed, “it seems our dear guest might become the king’s concubine. Of course, the king may take others in time.” The room quiets. Eyes flick to me, waiting for a reaction. I lift my head, voice calm, deliberate: “He is a king. His wishes cannot be questioned. I understand completely.” Katerina’s lips twitch in fury. Her hand tightens around her teacup. My words sting her pride; I see her jaw tighten. She cannot hide her rage. Minutes pass, then an hour. Still no chair. My legs throb, my patience stretches thin. The ladies continue their conversations, laughter floating over me, but I refuse to break a sweat.

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

Because of Patricia, no one was prepared to leave, and this only made Elevena more irritated, so she ended up saying, "I'm so grateful that you all came, but could you please go back now?" Nobody spoke as Patricia stood there guffawing and enthusiastically clapping her hands "What a performance! I have to say that this is keeping me very entertained. Despite the fact that I have such a prominent position, throughout my entire life I have never been afforded the protection of this kind. All of the adversaries have joined forces and are prepared to fight for a single individual." Now she was completely off the rails. Peter was unable to tolerate any further words out of her tongue, so he advis

Pattie asked once I had calmed down and wiped my eyes. “Oh, Pattie,” I chuckled, still amused. “Claire can’t even make a man hard, and you’re telling me she’s the only one who can make him come?” But there was no amusement on her face. Not even a trace. “Yes,” she said seriously. “I’ve tried. We’ve all tried. None of us could. Why do you think someone like Mr. King would be interested in an older woman?” The smile slowly faded from my face.

Anita shuddered, but her voice remained steady. "You never showed me love," she said. "You saw a weapon just now." "You're mistaken," Patricia said. "I made you indestructible because I loved you so much." Anita remarked, "I'd rather be loved and vulnerable than bulletproof and hollow like you." Gregor, who had just barged in with two security officers, caught Nathan's attention. Nathan nodded to Patricia and Stacy and said, "Take them." "Keep them apart. highest level of security. Patricia didn't argue. She grinned as though she had won something they were yet unable to comprehend. Her final words reverberated across the room as the guards pulled her away. Nathan, three hours. Tick-tock. Th

“Your lies already cost me enough. They cost me peace. They cost me years of silence. But they won’t cost me him. Not anymore.” The air between them thickened, charged with venom and defiance. Patricia studied her, eyes narrowing, lips curling into something colder than anger contempt. “You’ve grown a spine,” she said at last. “How quaint. But a spine doesn’t make you a queen. It makes you a target.” Lucy didn’t blink. “Then aim well. Because I don’t miss.” The clock chimed the quarter hour, startling in the silence that followed. Patricia stepped back, her smile returning, though brittle now.

“Patricia, I-” “I swear to God you’ll pay for this! You have never slapped me! But this is the first and last time you did it! I swear you’ll pay for this with what you love the most! I was going to say that you’ll pay with your life, but I remembered you had no life… no life aside from…” Patricia looked at the baby, smiled and left the room. They shouldn’t ever have gotten married. *******

"Let Adriana’s fire burn. Let it shine brightly, a beacon of defiance. For in the light of that brilliant flame, we shall strike at the very heart of his claim. We will not corrupt her fire, Patricia. We will twist the perception of it. We will make it seem a threat, not to Elias, but to the King. We will make his father see Devon's mate as a dangerous anomaly, a usurper of royal bloodlines, a symbol of his own past failings. And when his paranoia is sufficiently stoked…" Elias’s eyes gleamed, "… he will act. He will move against them. And I will be there to ensure he strikes true." Patricia inclined her head, a slow, calculating smile spreading across her lips. "The King's paranoia is a pot

Patricia said finally. The word fell like something irretrievable. Everyone made a sound in his throat that wasn’t quite a sigh. “But I didn’t know people would die,” Patricia continued. “I want that on record. I didn’t know about Marcus, Victoria or Jennifer. Richard said it was clean, just some legal pressure, simply business—” “Three people are dead,” Avalon said. His voice was flat. “And my wife took a bullet.” Patricia looked at Selene and for a moment — one unguarded moment — something that looked like genuine remorse passed across her face.

Patricia began to sob shakily. "I'm sorry my king, I don't know what happened." She whispered to herself. She heard some footsteps approaching and she shut her eyes tightly, sending the tears that threatened to fall back inside. When she opened them, her eyes were void of any expression. She opened her mouth and let out a scream. "My king!" She screamed. "Wake up, my king! What ... My king..." The door flew open and Felix ran into the king's room. He found Patricia seriously trying to wake him up, shaking his body, forgetting that she was a slave and he was the king. Felix wasn't bothered by that at the moment.