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She said and I stood up from the couch. I wasn't understanding why she started all of this again. What did she want? "I want you to keep alive because I married you," I said. She laughed. "Hahaha, yeah, I know what Marriage. It is not a marriage, it's what you got against your foolish plan." She hit the last nerve of patience in me and I replied. "That was not a foolish plan. I would be the King of your Empire by now. And I know very well who ruined all this. But I wonder, your brother is the King of Hind. Don't you even trust his abilities in fighting?" I asked.

Abraham said teasingly, now his eyes lighting up. I tried not to look too interested but when he turned to me, I couldn’t help but lean a bit closer, eager to hear what he had to say. “I heard the king is head over heels for his bride and he couldn’t even hide it seeing the way he kissed her passionately like he couldn’t wait to have her to himself. Of course there are more, like the king’s years of celibacy are about to come to an end and that he didn’t seem to be gay and that I, his gay partner would be heartbroken…

For the past hour, she had been forced to listen to the endless chatter of noble ladies who resembled predators far more than aristocrats. “Did Your Majesty know?” Marchioness Justin began. “His Majesty the King used to be the most sought-after bachelor in the entire kingdom. What a shame he's already married.” Anna had heard that sentence three times already. “It's absolutely right,” Nicole Johnson said enthusiastically. “His Majesty may be cold outside, but he's a very warm person. Besides, isn't winning over a cold man more exciting?” “Ahhh, exactly!” “So true!” Countess Johnson's words were immediately met with enthusiastic agreement from several young ladies. Honestly. Anna doesn't reme

he said. "No, I'm serious. Is this a normal Tuesday for you? Kidnap a girl, dress her up, march her into your bedroom, and expect her to be flattered?" She let the disgust sit plainly on her face, not bothering to hide it. "You're not some tragic misunderstood king. You're just a man who's never been told no, throwing money at the problem until it stops being a problem." His jaw tightened. "Watch your mouth."

The king sat on the couch in front of the prince and tried to act as if he didn't know anything when in reality he was well aware of what was about to come . " Your highness , welcome ! I am so pleased to see you again . " said the king of Anadol . " I am glad to see you again too , your majesty . Just like you see , I came to keep my promise . " said prince Diego . " Weren't your servants and attendants supposed to bring the bride back to your country ?! " said the king of Anadol a bit confused .

I felt like an imposter wearing borrowed clothes, waiting for the real master of the house to return and throw me into the cold. I wasn't sure how much time passed until I heard low voices echoing from the corridor outside my door. ​"Is this where the new bride is staying?" a hushed voice whispered through the wood. ​"Yes," another whispered back. "I heard the King's nephew rejected her back at her pack. Why would the King want a bride who can't even talk? No wonder he cast her aside." ​"It's obvious," the first voice muttered grimly. "The King took her because he knows she won't last anyway. She’ll die just like the rest of them."

He was never bothered by anything and me hoping that he would be at least sad to give me this news was a hopeless one. “Father. You can’t possibly expect me to get married to someone I have never met, especially in the next few months.” I said, my voice gentle as opposed to the way I was feeling inside. “Don’t tell me you didn’t expect it. You are the only heir to the Heathingways business. The only heir to my throne Casey. You don’t think you have the luxury of getting married to who you want now do you?” He scoffed before standing up and adjusting his suit jacket. “Get ready. We will be having dinner with his family tomorrow. Come prepared.”

“Please, join us.” Kael’s movements were deliberate as he strode to the table, his boots echoing against the marble floor. He sat without hesitation, his posture impeccable, and for a moment, the room felt too small to contain the tension between them. “This is my daughter, Princess Emilia,” King Alaric said, gesturing toward her. “She will stand in place of her sister, Princess Celeste, as your bride.” Kael’s eyes shifted to hers, and Emilia forced herself to meet his gaze. His expression didn’t waver—no surprise, no warmth, no disdain. Just a cool, unyielding mask.

His name was forbidden among the Fritzgetalds. "Yes." She stifled her laughter again at his perfect imitation of Merlione's voice. "Miss Bernadette Miley Yusuf, do you take..." "Yes." As the others wondered why the microphone was having problems... "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." She melted in King's arms and let him remind her of their love, once old but now reignited. ★ A day before... King paced restlessly in his bedroom, his eyes running aggressively through a document.

she said in a honeyed voice and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. “It's his choice, Ariella. Not yours.” “So that land with all those fruit trees and the lake is all going to his bride? Do you know how rich that land is?” “It's all going to his bride. And yes, I know how rich that land is. There might be gold there even.” Ariella gasped silently as she stared at the King who wasn't looking at her. “Then I'll just marry the Prince. I'll be his bride.” The King laughed.