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The slaves were all exhausted as they collapsed on the road, as the soldiers guarding the border met up, with the soldiers who were returning from the Southern Isles. “Finally, you guys are here. Don’t you know that the kings from other kingdoms just arrived. We need these slaves to be there, during introduction so that they can be sold. Your heads were so going to roll, after today if the prince had asked for the troops, and you haven’t returned.” The general said as the captain bowed his head, saying

I asked and his brows lifted. “I don’t understand, your majesty.” “When you arrived with your merchandise and nobody was willing to purchase any, you could have easily walked away to somewhere, especially since these weapons, according to you, are the very best.” I explained and his gaze shifted from my face to my feet. “I just wanted to make sure I saw you first and ruled out every possible chance that I’ll be able to sell these merchandise here before going elsewhere..” he said and I sucked my teeth. “Also, I’m aware that the royal soldiers are a bit short on weaponry so I saw this as a big opportunity and so I’m here to take this opportunity before it turns cold.”

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

"---well, a bullet to the head should put us both out of our misery." The threat hangs in the air like the thick scent of wine and leather around us. My pulse pounds even harder against my ribs. Leaving this shithole is way harder than I had imagined. I won't back down though. Not now. Not ever. Every empire crumble from the top. I just have to find the right piece to pull. And this man sitting across from me? He's obviously the king of this rotting kingdom, the don who pulls the strings, the fool who thinks he owns me and ultimately, the egomaniac I'll tear down piece by piece.

We officially declared their home an embassy, which gave them all the rights to the property and everything on it. Before we became one huge kingdom, the properties were divided the same way into territories of the different packs. When we became this huge kingdom, everything was put in the name of the royal family. Not that we would actually ever kick someone out of their home, but if we needed to, the option was there.

And just as a few muted conversations between people started up, he continued with his speech. “So who could we sell our newfound riches to? Besides our neighbors?” he asked. “Whether or not the Imperial Navy eradicates the Hegemony, which is their current standing order by the way, they won’t be buying from us. Not since we breached our own agreement. “The one we pressed the Hegemony into signing. And we pressed them into it because the promise of trade was too good. We promised each other to grow fat and rich from the trade of technologies. Which we were certainly doing.

The Crown Prince even suggested that they should extend this to the other kingdoms, as a way to establish better trade and alliance. As for me, I worked with my feelings and emotions, overcoming the trauma and grief that I experienced. I continued to develop and introduce new business to the society: the creation of lace, copper ovens, new jewellery designs and many more. It gained more profit for the Dukedom and also opened trading opportunities for the Kingdom of Sagareste.

When the butler came back he placed a pile of parchment in front of them and he resumed his words, "The illegal trade being slavery. Those people who are suffering from poverty are sold by him to another kingdom, letting fortune to drizzle like honey to their hands. All this time these evil deeds hasn't been noticed as he sold them in pretense of sending them to a work in another kingdom, but their work barely help them survive." Dominic stared at the paper. He didn't need to see to know what was written in it. "So you want me to find a proof to his illegal trading?" Aleks nodded his head at once, "You can do it the way you want. Have the Duke thrown by the kingdom and I will take over of E

The manor was gigantic enough to contain more than a thousand people and yet, it screamed of royal simplicity, and also had the Alpha's best color of illumination, dark purple. The roof of the manor was so high that they literally couldn't feel their faces if they looked up at it. After much admiration and gasping for breath, the soldiers began to tie Elijah up around one of the pillars which surrounded the manor. When they were done tying him up, they each drew out their canes and began to unleash their anger on him as they took turns to whip him. Elijah could no longer feel his legs as they were both firmly tied to a separate pillar. He shook his body vigorously to let loose but there was

All belonged to him. At least according to the laws he wrote himself. Soon, the entire continent depended upon his auctions. Eventhough only the Wolf Kingdom was cursed, other kingdoms recognized the value of Ronas in fertilizing their own lands. Kings competed for powerful Ronas. Princes bankrupted kingdoms for them. Merchants paid fortunes simply to possess one. Some bid Ronas only to acquire a possession, like a beautiful antique vase –only to brag about having Ronas to their friends and enemies. Acquiring a Rona meant wealth and influence. Having multiple Ronas showed power.