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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.

Maddox's voice called from within. Emrich pushed open the door. The king stood before a tall mirror, his valet adjusting the collar of his formal coat. The fabric was deep crimson, embroidered with gold thread, the Emberclaw sigil stitched over his heart. He looked every inch the king, powerful and regal, the weight of the crown already settled on his brow. But his eyes, when they met Emrich's in the mirror, were soft. Hopeful. He was thinking of her. Of Hecate. Of the woman he would marry in a few short hours.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

] [Yes] [And where is he? The merman didn't reply. Instead he grinned at her, his teeth flashing briefly, and Serena suddenly realized it. He was the Mer king!. The king of the mer creatures. But he was so young. He looked to be around his early twenties and he didn't act aloof and important like most kings would do. [It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, chosen one. I am King Sozai, and you have arrived at the place you seek]. Serena looked away from his eyes and in the distance, through the swirling dark waters, she could see a large castle glittering brightly.

The handlers remained quiet, looking to one another for the answer. “Well, I’m waiting.” I drawled, tapping my fingers on my desk. “Sir.” One of the female handlers piped up. “It wasn’t us. All of our orders come through you first.” “Either you are lying to cover your ass.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. “Or you think I’m a fool. The King himself informed me he has a spy in Mercius.” “I swear, it wasn’t us!” she argued.

Through the noise of voices, his hearing picked out someone's words: “King Bortan is very bad, he won’t last long. Miros needs a new king, and Revid has every chance to put a crown on his head. Of course, if the cursed prince doesn’t come back… Haha, but what kind of heir is he, he was stripped of his title. Yarsi's heart sank - what is true is true, he was not going to return. He looked at the speakers. Four men stood at the bar, in light robes, without cloaks, armed with swords and long daggers. Mercenaries in the service of the king usually dressed like this. hmm .

"I found the first Knight not too far from where I was standing. He had received wounds on his legs from an axe. The axe had just missed the artery, but he was still bleeding pretty badly. The fighting was going on around me and I almost got hit with a sword twice. I had Edward help me move the injured men to a better location. At the end of the fight, all twenty mercenaries were dead but, we had lost twice as many to deaths and injuries. We spent the rest of the night sending the injured home with the fallen." "After they left, Gabriel had us march out. He was determined to leave the area before any more mercenaries found us. I was shocked at how well the mercenaries fought. But the fact th

A few men in suit walked past us and greeted Queen respectfully. “Umm…how do I explain this? Well, simply, this is one of the buildings where King’s mercenary business is managed. It’s like managing an agency of sorts. You know, receiving orders from clients and allocating it to men or teams who can best fulfill the mission,” Queen said before winking at me. --To be continued…

Minister Hazper marveled that this stranger has the company of the high-ranking messenger he sent. “I am Marsden, the Mercenary of the West, and a Stranger of the South. I have come on behalf of the Royal Cavalry Captain to plead for Her Highness’ cause,” the man in purple clothes announced. Darina has only read the accounts of the Mercenary of the West. But the book was written for more than five centuries. How can this man in purple declare that he is the Mercenary of the West? She wonders about the royal origins of Marsden since he wears a kind of cloth that only a king could afford to purchase. How can a man of great riches be a mercenary then? Unless the cloth was a gift or from the rai

He sat down after greeting the gentlemen, waving a server over to him. "Sorry about my late arrival. I was held up with court duties." The King's voice was dark and dead. Even his voice would scare babies. A fit voice for the Tyrants right hand man. The King was a notorious dealer of pretty much everything bad. A black market if you will. You wanted something illegal, you could easily obtain it through him. It was where he got most of the drugs he used on me. "That's alright. Do you have what we asked for?" The General asked leaning against the table. The King dark laughter filled me with dread am shuddered.