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The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

It took every ounce of my skill not to gasp. Three kings. I had three kings, along with a four and a queen. Three kings. I nearly wept with relief. It was as if fate had decided I was gambling for the right reasons and deserved to win. Maybe the universe was on my side and wanted me to save my sister. Unless it was more than fate. I looked up through my lashes toward the young dealer. Could he be helping me? Micheal was about my age, and he’d come twice to our apartment for dinner.

I try to convince myself he's not looking at me, though the scepticism lingers. Minutes pass, and a towering figure stands beside me – the appointed bodyguard. Meeting his gaze, I muster a nervous smile, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. "Your highness would like to buy you a drink." "I'm good, thanks. Already have one," I respond in a hushed tone. The guard straightens up, shaking his head at the King. In response, the King rises and strides purposefully toward us. Apprehension tightens within me; this encounter can't be fortuitous.

For years he’d struggled against the rasping cough and growing fatigue but today there was a spring in his step and a greedy glitter to his eye. Without Zierno to protect him Eben would be vulnerable to assassination. No man was without flaws and who could fault Dorin for the one assassin that escaped him and succeeded? Dorin Osborne would be king. A slow smirk curved his lips. In the next few days the mercenary would die. He would never make it to the castle to be forgiven by the king for his defiances yet again. An accident would happen along the way or perhaps Zierno would put up too much fight upon his capture…

She stayed in the surrounding of the capital and joined a mercenary guild to act as a guard for some merchants by hiding her features. This part made Sol smile since, in reality, she was following the footsteps of Lilith. During all those times, she was followed by her personal maid, a woman named Ketia. From the information Milia gave him, that woman was also one of the fingers in the crown's shadow. After all, there was no way they would let Lilin, who was of royal blood, leave the kingdom without any protection. After becoming a mercenary, she lived many adventures. Some good, some bad, it was also during those adventures that she killed for the first time and discovered her talent in cha

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

"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."

He was well known there for his callousness and brutality. Anatoly affirmed with another curt nod, impatiently rushing through his narration to hit the nail on the head. “Wants her?Shovingher up the old man’s ass is more like it. But that’s not where the story gets all juicy.” He smacked his tongue, hissing at the intense sourness of the fruit. “The Irish princess needs a knight in shining armor to save her from the beast.” Razor-sharp brown eyes left the narrator and settled on me. “She met you?”

He muttered under his breath. I didn’t answer, because I was desperate. Only desperate people seek out the Blood mafia and I was far past desperation. We were led through a massive hall until we reached the throne chamber. Two massive metal doors opened slowly, at the center sat the man every one called the Barbarian King. King Arkhavel. He looked exactly like the rumors described.