Novel & Cerita The Foxglove King

As important and special as those times were to me, I can't imagine they would be anywhere near the spectacle that could occur here. "Events sound fun." "Not these events, where his rich friends pour honey in your ear and touch your waist innocently, and think it's okay," she mutters sourly, a darkness creeping into her eyes that has me shivering. "Tai...the King never stops them?" I ask. He may have prefaced his offer with the promise that I don't owe myself to him, and that I'm not expected to be his mistress, or anything of that nature, but I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't exactly restricting of his friends desires.

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

“It wasn’t my choice.” Following his line of sight, someone in a black cloak standing in the distance facing the wolf. They wore a neon fox mask, curves that danced wildly to enhance the cunningness. It glowed an electric pink and white that was hypnotizing, intricate patterns running alongside the glowing lines. The last component was the large eyes, utterly captivating in a gold glow. The aura of mystery plagued by a sense of familiarity. Echo roared that it thundered throughout the silent crowd, everyone on the edge of their seats especially at the appearance of The Werewolf King.

He stood beside Elizabeth and stared at the King from afar, “The king had a very odd scent near him.” “What kind?” Elizabeth questioned as she wasn’t close enough to the king to smell the odd scent. She also knew how Starvos had an exceptional sense of smell that would mean the scent must have been weak enough that only a few people could smell them. “Is it toxic?” “Quite toxic but it is something that I have never smelled before. It smelled a little… like blood,” Starvos said but he couldn’t tell why the smell of blood on the King had a really odd kick to it.

The guards who were on the right and left of the door, immediately opened the door when they saw the King coming. The king then entered, approached a man who looked quite old, staring at the blue liquid in a glass tube. "Felix!" The King called out, calling out the old man's name. "Ah! His Majesty the King!" The old man–Felix, immediately bowed his head in respect. Felix Grane, one of the many thousands of years old potions wizards from the vampire nation. He was chosen as a royal mage who is very genius in concocting any kind of potion.

The king asked coldly as his lips vibrated in fury. "My king, she was found at the regular brothel, and I thought you would like her because of her body shape," Fox said in a bow, obviously scared of the king's next move. Yeah, the king loves ladies with excellent body shapes, big bums and boobs, which was why Fox brought her for the king. By the way, he doesn't live in her mouth to know what's going on there. "I won't be needing any slut for now," Archer said as Fox bowed, relieved from the king's calm voice, "and tell the guards not to allow anybody in here, not even Zinnia," the king said as he walked towards his window.

"Captain Foxglove, what have your spies reported from Valoria?" Captain Foxglove stepped forward, her movements fluid and predatory. Unlike the other Fae present, her attire was simple and practical. Fitted leather armour dyed the deep green of forest shadows. The only indication of her high rank was a small silver pin shaped like a fox's head attached to her collar.

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

I growled, my wolf suddenly becoming restless as I looked at the king who was daring to threaten my mate. “I won’t be, she will be coming to me with her own feet, begging for mercy, and I will make you two watch one another die before my eyes, smiling as I watched at you take your last breaths” King Leonardo said angering my wolf at his plain threat, my eyes turned golden, my wolf making himself known to the human who simply smiled, his eyes cold and void of any fear.