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she reasoned. He snorted angrily. "She deserves what awaits here out there," he muttered coldly with visible disdain in his eyes. I shudder in both shock and fright. I had never expected him to be this heartless and cold. I had always viewed him as a gentle, kind and thoughtful man. "Take her further to the edge of the forest and prepare the potion," he ordered solemnly and servants, who heard his commanding tone, shivered before rushing to carry out his order. The guards pulled me roughly. The sharp edges of the rocks cut through my skin as they dragged me even on the floor whenever I fell weakling, unable to bear the weight of my body with my wobbling legs.

Three boys appeared, holding a bow. Mercies!! Her heart screamed out. The one in the middle - wearing a robe. It was the King!! Instantly, the pains from the arrow seemed to affect her so much, she lost consiousness and passed out.

The body of the grey-haired man in front of them looked strong. One of them pulled his two friends away from Lucifer. “What is it?” “H-he’s like King Rion. I’ve seen the king once, and I’m sure it’s him.” “Gosh, use your brain a little. Why is the king here alone?” One of them turned his head for a moment to see Lucifer who was looking at them with a confused expression on his face. “Oh yes, I just remembered. I saw the man helping Merry deliver the customer’s orders. He also cleaned the table. He seems to be a freelancer.”

She didn’t think there was anyone who could see a wolf with such golden fur and stature and not be surprised. He set a near leisurely “Daphne.” “Yes, Arthur?” “… If I become king, wouldn’t I have to manage Brown Valley as well?” Daphne swallowed, “Why do you ask?” “There’s a map in… the late king’s study of the werewolf kingdom.” Arthur sighed, “The Royal family unified all the territory out to the Brown Valley…”

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

His nerves wreck to the sudden notification. "What the hell?! Why did they not inform me in advance?" He swears as his voice cracks a little due to the shocks. Before going to the area, the King slips the envelope into his pocket. He jumps out to the seat to see the Knights of the Raphbarg Kingdom in the Main Hall, hoping that his hunch is wrong. Sprinting, the King of the Vermin Kingdom makes his way to the Main Hall with his Knight following him behind. His Highness keeps on running and running until his feet halt.

“I am the King.” The Ferryman slowly shook his head. “No.” “You merely inherited a throne.” “A King…” “…is chosen.” ⸻ Before anyone could respond… He stood and walked toward one of the towering bookshelves. His fingers brushed across dozens of old journals until he finally removed a thick leather volume. Across its faded cover… Only one word had been embossed in gold. KEEPERS He placed it gently upon the table. “Every Keeper since the twelfth century.” Alessio carefully opened the book.

Cassian hesitated. “The executioner.” That was enough to pull the king’s attention away from the window. “What about him?” Cassian chose his words carefully. “He spends time in the lower districts tonight.” Vaelreth leaned slightly against the throne. “Yes?” “He is not alone.” Silence filled the chamber. The king’s expression did not change. “Explain.” Cassian continued. “There is a man. A mercenary who frequents the taverns. His name is Marcus.” Vaelreth said nothing.

The emperor looking at the foreign noble smiling for they were completely unaware of the internal clash was so furious that he could not speak for sometime, only when he was about to speak did a voice called from behind. "I am to marry whom?" Jeremiah Valentine was kneeling infront of their King yet Marianna choose to stand with her head proud and impudent as if there was nothing in the world she feared, yet even in that arrogance was a respect towards the King who nodded for her to speak her mind.