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he replied, and after offering a light and elegant bow, he left to carry out the King's wish. King Cinaed was in no rush to meet Lord Malcolm. He finished some urgent office work and then made his way to the throne room. Entering the throne room, the door had been left open – only when the King was inside the room the door close – he saw Lord Malcolm pacing up and down with his hands tied behind his back. As soon as he realized the King was standing in the doorway looking at him, he immediately stopped. "Your highness," he said and bowed. "What's going on, Malcolm? It must be vital to make such a long journey," said the King, looking at him with an ironic glint.

“That’s not up to you. Do you know what kind of person my young master is going to receive? It’s Lone Shadow, the King of Mercenaries!” The man said proudly, “He’s a distinguished guest, and I’m afraid that someone as lowly as you will never be able to see him in your life!”

His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap. ... "This is bad, Selene! The arrow's poison is burning through the Prince's sanity!" The High Priestess’s panicked voice rang in my ears. I broke into a cold sweat. My chest tightened. The agony of being torn apart by wild magic was still seared into my bones. The horrible image of my two babies crying out in divine fire still haunted my eyes.

He would spare no mercy for these marauders. The company approached the raiders’ hillside camp warily, weapons drawn. Alexei hailed the carousing men, whose cheers turned to curses at the sight of him. "Surrender, in the name of the king!" Alexei shouted. Arrows whipped in answer past his head.

“Double their f*e. Triple it. Promise them spoils. If they want noble titles, I’ll mint new ones on their corpses if that’s what it takes to get their blood on my enemies.” One of the mercenary captains smiled faintly at that, the kind of man who found comfort anywhere coin flowed. “And the rogues,” Rowan said. A different murmur ran through the chamber at that. “Your Majesty,” Corin said carefully, “our last use of them—”

Other legends claimed that Halstern did not die at Kaihon, but escaped and became a hermit at Castemer. What ever happened, we have a new king, King Segwaren I. Long may he live! The monk returned, his face had a shade of curiosity. “Tell me, did you like it?” he asked. “Yes. But,” I waited a moment, “there is one problem.” “What?” “It doesn’t have illustrations.” “I’ll change that.” A man went up the stairs, stopped for a moment: “Are you Gelsteran?” “Yes,” I replied with a restrain. “The king wants to see you.” “Lead the way.”

"Forgive me for the mess. The mercenary was a tricky target. He trapped us in multiple dangerous traps, every one of which deteriorated my troops. I apologize for only being able to return myself." The King, clad in his formidable golden mantle while seated on his high-backed velvet chair and arm rest with a golden frame in the middle of the elevated platform as the flag of his kingdom — Caelum — was hung elegantly, nodded calmly. As if he expected it to happen. "Were they a burden to you?" His low, calm yet domineering voice reigned on all four corners. Alessia unconsciously gulped the lump in her throat. The men were kind and dedicated men, but they were a heavy baggage to carry around. Th

“Oh, my cugino, I hope you will enjoy my small gift. You’re a family man now but I know deep inside, you’re still itching for that action.” Sol resisted widening his smirk before walking towards us and stopped in front of the man. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to look at the former don of the Di Angelo family. “Open your eyes and take a good fucking look, Dylan Ross.” I whispered in his ear. He winced at the pain my hand brought to his scalp. “You are in front of the man who owned the name you uttered. My cousin. My brother. The King of the Mafia.”

So, he simply ran out of choice. “Stop it! Tell them to stop!” King Meryem yelled hysterically. That Golden Swallow immediately called for a halt. He looked at King Meryem with a smile on his face and said, “King Meryem, it only takes you so long to crack. I thought you were going to wait for me to kill until dawn.” King Meryem insisted, “I will talk. I am willing to reveal where the Maddox Scripture is, but on two conditions.”

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.