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Hades would never allow it, nor would I after learning she was our mate. "This will take much more planning." I growled, "Do you have anything else in the mean time?" The voice was silent for a few moments, "I do. Not nearly as much money, but this target is also of importance." "Give me a name." I growled. "August Halifax." The raspy voice replied. "Halifax?" Hades questioned, "Another Royal?" "They are up to their games again." I grimaced. My past required me to be quite knowledgeable of the Royal's and I was extremely familiar with the games they enjoyed playing.

I pressed enter and waited for the results to load. My heart skipped a beat when all the pictures and the latest articles showed up on the screen of the laptop. I started reading the first thing that was displayed in the first column, that was copied from a local gossip magazine. -The Royal Mafia is back at it again! Gunmen's were spotted at the wharf at twelve midnight. Royal mafia symbol on their jackets proved it all! -Royal Mafia limo spotted at the White House! -Who is the young hottie? Could he be the Royal Mafia leader? Or his son?

But to be honest, I’d be perfectly happy being Rafe’s for the rest of my life. The carriage bounces again and King Axel grunts. “With what we give them, you’d think these people would have invested in roads.” I sigh, pulled from my reverie. “Your Majesty, as Zeke discovered, you well know the money for roads and such is not getting where it needs to be. The Blacks…”

Hagrid asked gruffly, and I snapped my head up to the pale-eyed man, a sliver of fear straightening my spine at the sight of the worming tattoos on his massive hulk frame. The King’s booming command mottled my insides before I could answer. “You are all invited to the royal ball this week! Where I will announce the heir to the Main City Castle!” He thundered and there was a beat of silence before the crowd hollered and cheered, and the hollowed feeling returned in my chest. I moved my head without thinking across the lot, locking eyes with the dark-haired prince who had been looking down at me from the overhang of a balcony.

Althea’s Royal secrets aren’t exactly new to me. I’ve been present and exposed to too much scandals back at Wierxia because of our relatives, but of course, our family comes clean, except for one historic incident about my brother disappearing. I haven’t thought of it much lately, since our family learned how to move on from the past, but the pain is still alive. Honestly, I don’t really remember Brylle’s face, I was still little when he disappeared, but I guess Thomas could remember. I was heading to my room to return my sewing equipment after the Queen left. She said she needed to visit Sir Angelo. I wanted to come as well, but I figured I’d come with Ruthy. Just as I was about to turn to

Nora said. “That’s a relief then. So, what has been happening for the past two months?” she asked. Nora began to tell her the affairs of the palace while she had been asleep. A lot had surely occurred. “There is a new merchant in the city? Where did he come from?” “He doesn’t mean any harm, Saintess. He gave his tribute the moment he opened his establishment in the city,” Nora said. “That’s good because I wouldn’t want anyone to put on airs. I’m not in any mood to shed any blood. I have shed enough already,” she said as she stood on her feet.

For a moment, it felt like everything might break open. But before anything could happen, before we could take one more step, the palace alarm chimed softly from the hallway. A royal news. We both froze. A voice rang through the hallway, clear and formal: “Attention. The wedding ceremony of Crown Prince Adrian will take place in three weeks. Official information will follow.” My blood turned cold. He turned white. I looked at him. “You knew about this?” He shook his head too fast. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

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After hearing that news, The Queen Mother decided to accompany me to the King's Palace to inform my father and mother. "Your majesties!" my parents greeted upon our arrival. "Call the ministry of Communications now." The queen mother directed her secretary. "Why your majesty is there anything to be discussed?" The king asked. "Your Future Son-In-Law, Prince Raphael is at the middle of the darkest forest on his way back to Baltimore at this time in the evening." The queen mother answered. "Have you already called King Raffy IV of Ayatullah?" my father asked. "Not yet your majesty. I am afraid this news could bother them and their kingdom knowing that Prince Raphael has no other way but to pas

Cara stood up as she asked her brother the question. Before the boy could respond, a hoarse and deep tone sounded from outside the tent. "This is the royal's command, everyone should vacate this community at once." There came the announcement that turned everything around. Everyone had thought the king would come for a few of them like they used to every year but now, the king had come for all of them. Cara rushed outside with her brother who was trailing behind her. When they got outside, they met five men dressed in black suits and sunglasses. Five sleek cars were parked in front of five tents.