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Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

His junior suddenly rose with such valor when Gabrielle was near Elea. In fact, if you pay close attention, Elea's body portion is very far from the type of woman she wants. His body is thin, his chest and buttocks also look flat. Not at all interesting, but that's precisely what managed to wake his junior. "Aish! Damn it. Why did you wake up at the wrong time anyway!" Gabrielle grumbled as she looked at her junior who was already standing up straight. His head suddenly became dizzy. Gabrielle knew that her juniors needed a place to take shelter. But he remembered that he was alone.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

Victor sighed, “Aria, you are a Valen, Sebastian’s only heir; it doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not. You have to take your father’s place to save the company. The weight of his words pressed down on my chest. “So what happens when I take over? Surely, that’s not the only thing that’s going to save the company. Fifteen percent is a big loss.” Victor let out a wry smile. “Smart girl. You are truly your father’s daughter.” He smiled proudly. I frowned, waiting for his response.

There was always something. "From who exactly?" "We don't know yet." That wasn't encouraging at all. Kael took the paper, his eyes scanned through it. Immediately, his expression changed. "What?" Zara asked looking at him for answers. He handed her the note instead to read for herself.Only one sentence had been written. *The heir has been found.* Zara stared at the words, her pulse quicken. The heir again, that word kept appearing in her head. "The letter from the outpost," she whispered.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

“I won’t beat around the bush. You must be a very busy man, especially these days.” I wasn’t actually. This was the first time since the funeral I’d even left my apartment. “Thanks. I’d appreciate if we could make this quick.” “Certainly.” Gracefully sweeping his hand toward his visitor’s chair, he sank down into his own and started unraveling a leather strap around a leather-bound folder. The guy definitely had a thing for leather. “As you know, you’re your dad’s only heir.” “Yes.” Well, at least there were no illegitimate children I was going to have deal with on top of everything else.