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He wasn’t going to be able to hold them back for long. Sera hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to help him, to stand beside him. But she could see the effort it took for him to keep the mercenaries at bay, his body already showing signs of fatigue. His wings were still powerful, but the more he fought, the more draining it became for him. He was a fallen king, a prince of a land that had long since crumbled—but he was still a king. And kings didn’t go down without a fight. “Go!” Caelum shouted, his silver blade flashing as he cut down another mercenary. “Now, Sera!”

I want to refuse all of these, but Kent sidles up to me and whispers, “You just saved their lives. Accept their generosity with a smile.” “Thanks for the tip,” I mutter. “What are you, the court etiquette expert?” “Since I was a pup,” he says with his wry humor. “I could see that.” I thank the merchants, oohing and aahing over their wonderful wares. The kings are busy comparing their own gifts, as much to cheer themselves up as to make the merchants happy. Father … I seriously hope your information is wrong. But that begs the question: how can the most intelligent and reasonable man I know be fooled by rumors?

They deserve nothing but blood and death. "The King has given an order. W.O.L.F works for the King. We will not be halted," a male voice says, and we look at the blacked out W.O.L.F agent. "I understand. I am just wondering if Atticus will regret this order later. He is extremely upset right now and is giving his first order as our new King," Logan says, and we twitch a little.

The softness in his voice eased some of the tension including my raging nerves, atleast enough to keep my heart rate stable again instead of the frenzy it was in a few moments ago. "N-no. They were fine." I nervously stuttered, before clearing my throat. "That's good. Please, you don't have to fear me or anyone in the castle actually. No one will harm you, I give you my word," The man assured," Now, on to more pressing matters, my Lady. I'm Noah, King Theo's trusted advisor, Beta and Best friend. May I have your name?" King Theo? Beta? My Lady? Where am I? "My Lady?" The ma-, I mean, Noah's voice came through my foggy, confused mind.

M " by the way, your stepmother returned to her maiden name, that leaves you as the last Le-Noir, let's hope itdoesn't end up with you," Set "that old witch, it made me a lot that hard with my caretaker's last name, but hey," M "by the way, the only thing the king wants is to help you with your journey, What do youwant?, a horse, cart, carriage, ask for whatever, tomorrow it will be delivered to you," Set I look at an opportunity, one of his companions had told him that there was a caravan of merchants heading to the indigo city, which was close to the Kingdom Sword, but had to go in a group, so that access on the border could be given to them without problems, Set answered him firmly

Something tells me that I have to tell them about something. “No he didn’t. Prince Meruem seems like an honest man. The only trade they did was trading women. It would seem like they send the women that they capture to the rogue king. What happens to the transported women after that is beyond his knowledge. He said that he was always escorting his father whenever they met with Roy, because his father expected him to continue the business once he became king. No mention of any chalice.” Nate says. Chalice? Images started flashing into my mind. A man handing a chalice. An old village. Chantings...

The pale moon was all she could see if she was searching for it, however, even that was hidden by the bright lights. There were men on top of the wall. They control the beams of light, rotating them toward her and the mercenary. From below, a speaker turned on, filling the air with static. “State your name and business!” She didn’t see guns, but she felt like they were on her. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. She tensed as the mercenary leaned back. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until his unintentional body heat was removed. “The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.”

The king stops in front of us , his lips tilting upward in a calculating smile. He folds his hands behind him as he assess the man. “I don't think we've met, who are you?” He is answered with silence. “A gold merchant,” the man finally answers in a gruff voice that sounds really familiar. “That's who I am.” It can't be who I think it is right? “Hmm, I see,” the king hums turning around. He raises a finger and the main door shut down with a clank. My eyes dart around in confusion.

I pulled my heavy steel sword from my belt. The mercenaries turned. They saw me. They did not look scared. They looked happy. "The Broken King," one of them sneered. He had a scar across his nose. "Kael said you might come. He said we should bring back two heads instead of one." "You will bring back nothing," I growled. The first man lunged.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.