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“Miss Sophie, please come with me. The wedding will start now.” “Okay.” I stood up, holding the skirt of my dress to keep it from hindering me to walk properly. The woman held my hand as we descended the stairs going to the mansion’s garden where the wedding will take place. “Miss Sophie, don’t be nervous.” the woman blurted. “W-What’s your name, by the way?” I asked her. “Venom. I’m one of King Vincent’s men. Starting from now on, I will be your bodyguard.”

I let go of his hand and turned toward Salvatore. He looked, formidable. Immaculate in black, tailored to perfection, power resting on him as naturally as breath. When he took my hands, his grip was warm, certain. Whatever storms existed in his world, the old man stood unshaken. The vows were spoken clearly, deliberately. Promises of loyalty, protection, unity, and not flowery. This was not a fairytale marriage like the others. This is me repaying for my father's debt. When he said my name Miranda, there was something real in his voice. When I said his, my voice almost trembled. A loud applause thundered through the hall as we were pronounced husband and wife.

Kings are trained and disciplined for half their lives, and this is what flows through their mouths when they are choosing their better half. I grin, looking at the king. His eyes wide open look at me with a fear, and I chuckle. “Let me be very clear and say things straightforwardly. The king I marry will have nothing to do with the Kingdom of the East. I will walk out of the palace empty-handed.”, I nod my head at Max, and he passes the scroll to everyone. The scroll was a copy of the treaty I signed yesterday night, which states after my marriage to any king the kingdom of the east will belong to my mother.

The scribes were present only, who sat very close to the stairs leading to the throne - the King, and her stepmother, the current queen. When she reached a reasonable position, she knelt on both knees and bowed her head as was their custom for a female. A female could not look at the head on the throne - the King. "Elena," the King's voice boomed in the hall. That was the first time he had ever addressed her directly. "You have been given a duty, which you must carry out for the best of this Kingdom. You are to be given to the blood king as a Bride, and you must carry yourself properly when representing our Kingdom." If they were expecting any response from her, they showed no sign of it.

My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend. A sharp gasp tears from my throat, and I flinch violently, a reflex honed by years of pain, sinking further into the impossibly soft mattress as if it might swallow me whole. My body tenses, bracing for the blow that must follow such a transgression, even his. “Oh… uh.” The King of the supernatural world stutters, his immense form retreating. He snatches his hand back as if burned, letting it fall clumsily onto his lap. The sight is so jarring, so utterly out of place with the monster I’ve heard about in whispered stories, that my mind simply blanks

Red-faced Nathan frowned and plopped down beside me. Just then a stunning woman came out from the back rooms holding a tiny bundle in her arms. She was dressed in a sparkling gown and I felt extremely underdressed. “Honey, she is hungry and won't drink from my pinky,” she said softly and I watched the king take the infant and offer his finger. His face lit up as he gazed at the child hidden within the blanket. “This is my queen and love of my life, Bridgette Crinan. Dear these are the parents of the young male,’’ he said softly.

He stopped at only a little distance away from him, just a couple of steps more. “Who are you and why should I not arrest you right now.” The man chuckled at the king’s words and so did the men with him in the hall who laughed like Kade had said something he should not have. The man sighed and looked around the hall at the guests and many of them shivered, taking more steps backward and mumbling as they did. He looked back at the king and outstretched his right hand towards him, but not for a hand shake. “I am Ryder, and I am here to claim my bride.”

Of course, he knew how important this was, hence nodded rapidly “Right away, but there's an issue…” “Kill whoever it is, and make sure no one dares to cross me,” the alpha king said coldly, making Miguel swallow nervously “Yes alpha,” just like that, Miguel dropped the idea. As long as he kept quiet. He was safe. “The queen requests for your presence… the bride will be arriving tonight," Miguel informed and waited for an answer. The alpha king required a bride. The 8th one ran away and was yet to be found; hence they had to find another bride.

I asked again, louder this time. “And how would I know?” The messenger scoffed. “You were dropped off in the car this morning. Asleep and reeking of alcohol, might I add. You cannot appear before the King dressed like.” “What do you mean appear before the King? I doubt he'll be interested in meeting his sister in law,” I grumbled. The messenger and the driver exchanged looks and burst into laughter. “Sister in law? Little girl, I hate to break it to you, but you are the Lycan’s King bride.”

“Don't tell me you're chickening out?” I parted my lips to speak, but I'd barely gotten any more words out before she turned to the crowd again. “Our king's bride doesn't want to drink.” She let out in faux sadness, and I watched everyone's attention snap towards her immediately. “That's a little sad don't you think?” “How do we know she's one of us then?” A gruff biker from behind hissed. “we need to be sure she's in our side. So drink up, princess.”