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continued Prince Andreas. But Prince Apollo just replied to all those words with a crooked smile. "I want to see the old man. Step aside!" said the brown-haired man while pushing Prince Andreas, then staggered to King Landyork's room. "You're causing trouble again?" King Darren asked his eldest son in an even tone as if it were a common thing, and it was. The King of Landyork, also known as King Darren, has similar facial features, only smoother compared to his older brother King Abraham, the ruler of Anarka.

Lance yelled out. “My parents did, just as they taught me not to let anyone especially men speak over me, oh, don’t even try to pull your title with me, you are not the first king I have seen, I won’t bow in fear just because you are king, especially not when we are literally close in age, I am a busy woman yet I make out time for you just for you to cancel on me?”

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

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

she says once again, her face full of enthusiasm as she looked up at the prince. “Oh, the kingdom of the bloody throne, the one that’s said to have never had a king that lived for more than ten years and has a new ruler every time there’s a revolt.” The prince tried to suppress his laugh as she started walking towards the lady. Clearing her throat, lady Kaya once again tried. “How about the island kingdom of Nosul then.” Her pleading eyes were now following the prince as he began moving behind her.

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

Kylo agreed. Moments later, Loki flipped through the pages of a hairstyle magazine in an expensive salon while Kylo waited at the lounge for her. Her eyes leveled on a particular style and after a while of staring at it, she nodded at the beautician. "This one." "Alright, ma'am. I would make sure to give you the best." The lady enthusiastically said. Loki managed a ghost of a smile at her and glanced at her reflection on the mirror only for her gaze to level at Kylo. He was sitting comfortably on a couch close by with his long legs crossed while he flipped through a magazine.

- Ryan says, cold as ice. On the next day, Ryan gets out of the pack hospital, being held by Kevin, on the right and Mark, on the left, and goes to the office of his father, in the packhouse. On his way, all the people that he crosses bow, and someone calls him "My King". That filled his heart with love, not for the "King" title, but because that reminded him of his mom. All of that upsets him. He needs time to adjust to that "king" shit.

"You can come and go as you please." Did she hear him correctly or was it her sleepy mind playing tricks on her? "That's impossible," she said. "It is," he told her. "Remember? I am King." "But what about my duties?" She asked. "No longer wanted," he said catching her off guard. "You are an awful slave," he continued. "And I am dismissing your services." "And I can come and go as I please?" She asked again. "Only if you desire to," he told her. "You can walk away right now if you want."

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.