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"We already sold her. she is already gone." "Who bought her?" I question impatiently. "Answer my mate's question." The prince orders when the other man hesitates to answer. Unlike me he maitains his calm. "To the usual sl...ave buyer of the kingdom, Lennon." He finally answers stammering over his words. Oh shit! the slave buyers don't keep slaves they sell them to slave masters. It will be very hard to look for her if she gets sold to someone else. "She was supposed to be made our kingdom slave,why did you sell her?" I exclaim.

Trade too was limited. For centuries, the Royal Capital had supplied them with food, equipment, and resources in exchange for guarding the most dangerous frontier in the kingdom.

She's hilarious and I think I just hit the jackpot by picking her as my friend here. "So you have a crush? Who's the unlucky man?" I joked and she pouted at me? "I'm not telling you because if I tell someone who my crush is it might not come true." "Who told you that?" "My father." She said proudly and I shook my head. "There's a term called confession, Mandy. If you confess, the other person they might reconsider and maybe start to look at you as a women " I said remembering the tips from my father. He used it on my mother though. My mother wasn't keen on my father at first because he's the future King of Denmark at that time but he confessed and showed his love for her. My mothers heart me

Later that evening, as she was putting away flutes, she heard him behind her. "You're pretty, Lena." She froze. "You read my badge," she said curtly. He smiled. His smile didn't illuminate anything. It consumed. "I quickly remember what I want to possess." She turned around. Abruptly. "I'm not for sale." "No. Not yet." He stared at her as if he could read her mind. She shivered involuntarily. "You should smile," he repeated. And without warning, he kissed her. It wasn't gentle. Or tender. It was brutal. A demonstration of power. Of domination.

However, what the gentle family did not know was that their treaty was almost coming to an end. The king had already possessed the power to expel the creatures away from his nation, and he wouldn’t hesitate to purge every single one of them to cleanse this continent. Every Night Hallow that would be caught. The counts and the countesses, they will all be nearing their doom. The king forced a smile at them and changed their topic. “I personally came here to check what you have told me about the rebels from the mountain. Are they still othering this city?” The Nazels frowned. “We do not talk much with the locals, but we’ve heard about the mountain people invading the markets recently to extort

He called out in equally cold voice as he turned towards the door. Roman came in and walked to him immediately, then bowed. "Yes my king." "Take that to the deliverer. He must deliver the letter to The Pavlovas kingdom. Tonight." "Yes my king." Roman bowed. He took the letter and left immediately to carry out the orders. King Tarzan turned back to look at Leilani and shook his head. He needed to inflict more pain on her at once and that will be by making her his s*x slave. Yes. S*x slave.

People she had treated with kindness for two years were now looking at her like she was a piece of trash being taken to the curb. The guards led her out to the driveway, but they didn't take her to the gate. A black sedan with tinted windows was waiting. It didn't have the Highwood pack crest on it. "Where are you taking me?" Lana asked, fear rising in her throat. "This isn't the way to the village." "The Alpha made a deal," one of the guards said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Your family couldn't pay back the debts they owed to the northern territories. Since you're no longer a Luna, you're just an asset. You've been sold to settle the account."

That makes it an excellent choice for a royal dinner. Each pack sourced and produced goods. A large percentage are paid to the crown as tax. It is by the grace of his majesty that we occupy our pack lands. Somehow, even though our ancestors have worked this land for centuries, the Crown owns all the land and minerals of the realm. We should feel lucky that the crown shares our harvest with us— even though it is our labor that creates the food. What we have remaining we can trade and barter with other packs in the realm. I wonder how many bushels of grain this meal cost. How many families of this realm have less so that the royal family can eat fish in a territory that does not naturally have

I couldn’t see his face, but the tone sounded severe. Just like I told Matthew, I plan to change for the better. “I want to expand the kingdom to different parts of Africa. But I have to start small, so I am already in the process of combining with Pervia. Yuli and I are making arrangements as we speak.” I said. Yuli’s kingdom has resources like quality crops and land in exchange for our rich oil and metal.