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I looked outside the window as the driver moved the car, preparing my mind for the garbage he would say "The King is gathering 20 girls to join a competition of who gets to be his whore/food/pet. He decided to get a whore but since all human girls are whores, he decided to choose just one out of 20" Outrageous! Human girls are whores??!! "Who gave you and your filthy king the-" I felt a hand on my neck, he was chocking me " You can insult me but don't you dare insult my king" he said, his eyes turning red Try me! "Fuck you! Fuck the vampires and Fuck. Your. King"

He should not let her enter this game, how stupid of him. He suddenly stood up from where he was, the princess looked at him. "Brother, is something wrong?" She asked, he gently shook his head and turned around to his majesty. "Excuse me for my rudeness, but I have to check her." He says, the king is emotionless. He just looked at him blankly, and silently nodded. "As you should." Deimos didn't waste any second and mobilized himself, he walked out to the arena. People are watching his serious face while wondering what's going on in his mind.

“Imagine her swollen with a child. Now I’m really hard.” Brawn, the last council member, rumbled, “I would love to possess a woman that fully. I would want to taste her breast milk. Now that you pointed her out, Bestial, thanks. I think I will go see if she finds cats sexy.” Brawn stood. Justice had to keep a tight leash on his rage. “She works and lives here. Sit down.” 176 Justice “Good.” Brawn grinned. “She won’t have far to move when I take her to my bed.

The King’s ultimate spell fed my fire, making the violet aura burn even brighter. ​"No," the King whispered, stumbling backward until his back hit the cold stone of the far wall. "The texts lied... you are not a wolf. You are a god." ​"I am a widow," I corrected, my harmonic voice vibrating the stones of the Keep. ​I reached him. I plunged my bare human hand forward, mirrored by the spectral violet claw of Astra. I drove my hand directly through the center of the Crimson King’s chest. ​He gasped, black blood erupting from his lips. I didn't pierce his heart; I grabbed the very core of his ancient, dark magic.

"Zavian's. He can help us." He shakes his head. "This could be at his hand." "It's not, I mean, your guards turned against you, considering none came to your aid right away. Zavian has no motive to do that to you, when I'm in the manor," I explain. There's little point arguing to him that I know Zavian's character, and I have no doubt that the newly appointed King would never do such a thing. Vaia smiles wickedly from amidst the shadows. "Your little wife is telling you Zavian wants her alive and not you. How charming."

“I want to destroy Nial Ocnomad and make Ardae more about the people. The real people then about this neverending war amongst immortals. And power plays. And politics.” “You don’t think there should be any kings?” Not what I said. “On the contrary I think kings are necessary as a governing body. But I don’t think kings and queens only interested in their own self-serving desires are beneficial to anyone.” Bast blinked slowly. “You are not at all what I’d heard.” “I never am.” He sighed. “So how, exactly do you plan to overthrow all these corrupt kings and queens. By gathering commerce and swaying the people. Given enough goods I could control all of Ardae from the Blue Lark.”

"Well then, the floor is yours, Prince Corean. As your father, I can offer you a fresh start. Just confess the truth. I will ask you one last time, who is the traitor of this empire?" King Elphaim wanted the prince to utter the duchess's name. He sent his men to torture his son every night just for this moment. The king strongly believed that the miserable days his son endured inside the capital's prison cell would be enough for the second prince to push the duchess into the cliff. But the king failed to notice two things. Prince Corean's strong devotion to the duchess pushed him to own all of her sins while the king's men whom King Elphaim sent to the prison failed to return.

A soft knock on her door had Lady Aurora looking up. "Come in," she called out. A timid maidservant entered and bowed deeply. "The king wishes to see you." "My father," Aurora corrected with a sigh, "the king is my father. You say my father wants to see me." "My sincere apologies, my lady. Your father wishes to see you." "You may leave." Aurora shut the leather-bound book she had been reading and rose. Her right hand lazily untied her hair as she walked out of her room. Long tender blonde curls cascaded down her rigid back.

The king was met by several large Werewolves, who all seemed to want to have a word with him. The king inclined his head, nodding occasionally and kept walking forward, the other men scrambling to keep up with him. Akari could feel the interested stares of the king’s court as their little entourage made its way through the crowded halls of the palace itself.

I informed him woefully His brows furrowed and he shook his head in disappointment “I really did hope it was just gossips, but tell me, in what ways was it worse?” “Well, the king isn’t just angry and cruel, he’s merciless, greedy, arrogant and takes no care or pride when it comes to his lands and people. He takes all their money, while they waste away, he sent one man to the tower because he was late paying the high taxes, he’d spent some of the money on a doctor to help his wife. The king just spends all their money on wine and fine foods for himself. His bedchambers and study were about the only rooms in his entire home that looked rich, everything else was just cold and bare. He’s despic