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At the same time, I secretly observed the habits of Amy's two lackeys. One of the lackeys, Anna Clark, was a mobile game addict and didn't care for her studies. However, she lacked skill, so she seemed to be forever stuck in the Diamond rank in the game. The other lackey, Betsy Turner, was trying to improve in her studies, but she failed all her subjects, and she couldn't even turn in her homework sometimes. It was easy to deal with people once their weaknesses were located. I thought, "Amy, it's about time I give you a taste of your own medicine."

“ We stand with you, My King! ” “ The Harem will be dissolved. There will be no more offerings to the King. Women will be respected no matter their race. ” Aleister announces. I sense the surprise people feel as their heads jerk up just slightly. But when they see Aleister on the throne, they bow their heads again. “ The King won’t take more than one woman again. That woman will be your Queen. ” His gaze flickers towards me. My heart clenches inside my chest as my eyes burn.

“The order of the harem is known: no coercion, but rules, a physician, a schedule. Whoever enters is mine — that is how it works — and in return they receive everything I just listed.” “No,” I said immediately. I didn’t raise my voice, nor did I look for a polite detour. “I am not merchandise, not a rank, not a status. And I do not want to be part of your harem, because that is not work, not order — it’s something you want, because I ‘caught your attention,’ and with that one word you made it perfectly fucking clear how little it matters what I want.” The air did not get colder or warmer — only the silence grew harder between our sentences. The king’s expression didn’t twitch, but a muscle t

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

“If so, I would have said it a long time ago.” David and Loan quickly sat down, after seeing Robert, the money came up to say hello. At this moment the servant spoke loudly. "The KING AND THE KING ARE COMING, THE LADIES COMING." Because he wanted to let the Queen have the highest position in the harem, the Emperor did not give the other two women any noble titles that only reached the position of ordinary wife. Watching the King and Queen go up and take their seats, hand in hand, the two ladies also sat below. Even though he was annoyed and jealous, he didn't show it on his face.

I wasn’t specifically fond of keeping old men as my advisers—or even keeping advisers, for that matter—but since the first king already established such a stupid culture, I allowed it just to keep up appearances. Lord Beard climbed one step up to the dais and lowered his head. A small portion of my jaw ticked. “Speak or I’ll cut your tongue.” The old man’s hands trembled. He straightened and met my gaze with nervous eyeballs. “Um, your harem had grown restless during your absence, my liege, and so was the council—us.” He motioned for the other bowing men below him, whom no doubt fawned over their Tupperware of a queen earlier. “We underwent a selection process to choose who is your worthy qu

Her eyes glinted with pride as she continued, "He had seen and realized what a cruel thing it was to do to innocent women who had nothing to do with enmity or war between territories. So, right after becoming the King, the first command he gave was to dissolve the harem, free those women, and give them jobs and shelter to navigate their lives on their own terms." My breath stuck in my lungs as I tried to process her words. That sounded so...unlike my mate. For all I knew, he was a monster, the king of the darkness, so why would he care about women from enemy territory? I heaved a huge breath before mumbling in confusion, "Then why did he refer to me as a war trophy?" No matter how strongly I

Leah had to bend down in order to hear his words clearly. "He is not just anyone. He doesn't rule over peasants, he rules over politicians...He is the fire dragon Igneel, the Mafia king." Leah froze in her place, her mind suddenly went back. As if she didn't have any power in her legs, she sat down on the chair under her. She stared at the table in front of her in shock. Couldn't help but cover her face with her hands to hide her utter shock from the old man.

I am nearly a few steps to the sanctuary of the bathroom door when a wall of solid warmth suddenly envelops me. A body wraps itself around my back, and the deep, intoxicating smell of wild spices and cedar fills my senses, so potent it dizzies me. A strangled gasp escapes my lips. The King bends his great height, cradling his head into the crook of my neck, his breath a warm, intimate phantom on my skin. A bolt of sheer, primal panic shoots through me, and I immediately pull away, spinning out of his hold. “What are you doing?!” I shout, and my own voice, so sharp and loud, surprises me even more than his actions.