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“What is your name?” “Caelan Ashford, Your Majesty.” “You are the tribute.” “Yes, sire.” A pause. Heavy. Lucien’s gaze dropped to his throat. To the collar. For a moment, something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Silver,” the king murmured, voice roughening. “Cruel.” Caelan swallowed. “It is treated, sire. The runes prevent it from killing me.” “But not from hurting you.” It was not a question. Caelan said nothing.

" Yes your majesty ,it ..it..was lady morgan who give me a hundred Gold coin please I never wanted to do it please Your majesty have mercy " " Lady morgan !!!" " She stood up and walked up to me " Yes your majesty " " She said you gave her hundred Gold coin " " Even if I want to get my revenge on you , Your majesty must you listen to this lowlife servant trying to sabotage my name " " No one is trying to sabotage your name lady morgan ,I think you have problems with your memory then let me remind you , You came into my castle threatened me ,and even asked me to give you lady Valerie so you could kill her , Am I right or wrong "

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

When someone stopped by to see us—or more specifically, meet me—our tour was almost over. "She is missing. I've heard that my master has developed feelings for another woman." As the two of us were returning to the tent, I heard a voice from behind us. We both stopped when we heard this. Kina greeted Rednor, "I was trying to find you! It's Ruel here. The future consort of the King," I almost grimaced when Kine introduced me, but I kept quiet and played along.

" I asked too confused about it all. "He is but Seelie’s are related to the Fairies, it’s like werewolves and Lyacns only Dark Elves are the Lycans in this case. Anyways the Elf King had been missing for a few years but came back, he hasn’t been the same ever since. Sources say he’s looking for a missing child. Whatever the case may be, this table is full of snake’s so be careful." " Your Majesty I forgot to congratulate you on finding your mate. " Claude’s voice broke in causing me to lift my head towards him and my heart stilled.

I stand just behind him. Not hidden. Not small. Seen. His advisor, Lord Varyn, is the first to speak. He is older, with silver hair and watchful eyes. He studies me with a kind of polite calm. “She stands with you today?” he asks. The king doesn’t hesitate. “She does,” he says. His voice is steady. Quiet. But finally. A few council members exchange glances. One of them, Lord Helvic, lets out a slow breath like he wants everyone to hear it.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

Her breath catches between sobs. Arthur, completely out of touch with the situation asks, “How is this possible?” “Really?” I toss my braids over my shoulder as I turn to face him, forgetting everything I said earlier about keeping my mouth shut. “You can't figure this out? YOU ARE KING ARTHUR, like THE KING ARTHUR, like the SWORD IN THE STONE and EXCALIBUR. For fucks sake, dude, your name is ARTHUR DRAKE! Drake as in “dragon” as in “The Pendragon.” Camelot and all that jazz.” I wave my arms frantically from Devona to Faye. “She’s telling you that the court of King Arthur is real, that Faye is your sister, again. And this crazy lady here with the spiffy jacket, she isn’t just a Merlin, she’s