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Chris sits back and smiles. "Adrian, why don't you tell them why I'm the rightful king?" He looks toward one of the men in the chairs. "Chris' grandfather was the king over a century ago. He was a tyrant who terrorized all shifters. My grandfather rallied shifters of all kinds to stop him. They seized the palace and killed the king. They voted for my grandfather to be king when it was all over. We've been ruling since that time. However, Chris believes he should be the king because his grandfather was removed from power." Adrian replies, glaring at the man on the throne.

“Tell me something. What happens when the fated bond finally wakes up in a royal? What always happens, Your Majesty?” The King’s throat worked around the truth, his hands folding tightly. He didn’t answer. “You know Alaric’s found his mate, don’t you?” Grandma said gently. Silence. Then she answered her own question. “He has. And like every first-born of the throne before him… he found his mate in the wrong place.” The King rose slowly from his seat, walking to the window. He looked into the dark horizon as though expecting ghosts. “You don’t have to say it,” he murmured.

Orion growls, stepping forward like he wants to leap up onto this pillar and rip me down. “No,” I snarl, going to one knee on the pillar to more fully lean over the edge as I bare my teeth at him, daring him to try, “the true answer is a King who wishes to embarrass and disempower his bride from the very start, so she can never be his equal, never command as much respect as him.” “You speak out of turn,” he snarls. “You completely misunderstand –“

“You may rise.” With that order, Keanna lifted her head from the ground and looked at the King. She was completely frightened, as she had spent the last three years avoiding him, and here he was standing in front of her. “Oh my,” he started, his voice sounding a little amused. “I had no idea there was such a beautiful girl like you in the harem.” he observed her some more and turned to his advisor to ask who she was.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

“Ariana Madeline Alison, from the family of Duke of Alison, acknowledges His Majesty's orders!” In a firm voice, Ariana announced her willingness. Only when she looked up to look at King Alexius did Ariana smile slightly to soothe the king's feelings. Even though Ariana knew King Alexius was using her family to smooth the process of Prince Raoul's ascension to the throne, Ariana wasn't angry at all after she was sure of her decision. Ariana engraved her grandfather's words well in her heart. The family she had was not only her grandfather in this world. As long as she could help a good king to ascend the throne, it would be tantamount to her having succeeded in protecting her family, like Ar

I'd like to know "I pushed him while holding his stare with a scorching heat and seductively encircling his arm. "He is allegedly a hybrid of a monster and a god. For years, he dominated this country "He told me. Now I was interested. Is it true that I wondered who the individual could be to Lucian? Lucian would have probably defeated him if he were the current king. I was eager to learn more, but the King's expression changed abruptly to one of hesitation. I enquired, "What happened to him?" Now that the cat was out of the bag. I was curious. I was curious to learn more. Was this the reason Lucian didn't want me to approach the river in any way?

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

My mother tensed beside me. What did my late great grandfather have to do with anything? Grandpa Rainard was the most powerful king ever born. He reigned longer than any other King. He also had powers every sea creature dreamt of having. Sad to say, when he died, the powers went with him. Father never inherited those special abilities. Neither did his father. He was like any other king with regular kingly powers. Father turned to us. "I can't take this child's powers. His is too great. His powers are even greater than the ancestors."

“And no king stands alone.” The circlet settled into Cora’s dark hair. “Rise, Queen Cora.” Cora stood, and Mom mirrored Dad’s action. She knelt before her daughter-in-law. “My queen.” The cheer that followed shook the hall. Gideon took Cora’s hand, lifting it beside his own. Alpha Finlay stepped up from his place on the side of the dais, calling out, “All hail King Gideon and Queen Cora of the Eastern Kingdom!” The crowd responded with “All hail the King! All hail the Queen!” My voice joined with theirs.