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She kept her head down, thinking about Jax, about the baby, about the knife she’d hidden in her boot just in case. They got to the mill first. Floodlights up. Guys spreading out in the lot, taking positions. A few stumbled a little getting off their bikes. King parked and pulled Hazel off the bike, arm tight around her. “Perfect spot,” he said, looking around the old building and the open ground. “Reaper’s gonna walk right into it. You nervous, queen?” “No,” Hazel said. “Just ready.” King grinned and kissed her hard in front of his men. “That’s my girl. Cold as ice.”

“They chose a thief with a broken toy over a creator with a masterpiece. And in doing so, they’ve shamed our country’s engineering spirit.” I turned to Victor, who was looking at me with a mix of horror and desperate hope. Then, I looked at the lead judge. “I am Daphne Franklin. I am not here to buy a win,” I stated, pulling a sleek, obsidian-colored drive from my pocket. “The submission deadline has passed, but the rules of this Summit allow for a 'Challenger’s Gambit' if the national seed fails to launch. I request to participate—not for the Pearl Group, but for the pride of the nation they just dragged through the dirt.”

>> "Your highness, please follow me to the lounge, her majesty must go prepare for her speech." (An: Hesitating between using, Stadium or Colosseum. Hum..) The beautiful voices of the artists resonated through the stadium as the spectators put a hand on their hearts and listened to the song. This song was a hymn of glory and a hymn of death. This song told the story of how a young man just short of his awakening stood up against the oppression and fought for the Independence of their kingdom. It told the story of how he founded the kingdom with his own blood and tear after many sacrifices and finally stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

No words come to mind and we just stand awkwardly looking at the woman who gave us such an amazing compliment. Karina laughs at me after a moment and grabs our hand. "He isn't used to such warm welcomes, Mrs. Harris. I believe you have shocked him," Karina says and the old-school teacher laughs. "I taught all my students about the final shift and I told them we all had to hold out hope there would be another King soon. I felt a new King was the only way to stop Rupert Kincaid... Atticus, you are the answers to my prayers and all those lessons," Mrs. Harris explains with a more serious expression and our cheeks begin to burn.

Everyone expected the king's mate to be a powerful woman with class and intelligence, so Hailey who was still in the maid's cheap clothes, with her tired eyes, and frightened personality no one would assume she was the king's mate. “The king is busy looking for his mate. He is in a lot of pain, miss, this isn't the time for jokes like this.” Lorry said, still trying to be nice. Hearing that the king was in pain felt like a stab to her chest. She had caused this. It was all her fault. But she wouldn't listen to them. Yes, she was weak! She was little, not deserving of Alpha Killian but she would still try and see him, she needed to apologize for causing him pain.

He cleared his throat again. "The one who is humble for innocents, Who is a nightmare for sinners, Who has a heart huge like an ocean, All hail to the king of Tairia, The Alderman Walchelin!" The King entered the great hall coordinating with the drum beats being played in the background. Everyone expressed their happiness differently. Few clapped, while few screamed in joy. "As we all know the reason for the festivity. So without wasting any further time, let's begin the rejoice."

torchlights bobbing between the thorn breaks. Six banners. Dozens of riders. Priests shivering in gold-threaded cloaks they'd have to burn before the orchard roots would drink their secrets. Elric braced his bow across his knee, stump pressed into the snow to keep from trembling when the hush slipped down his spine. "They don't look like kings." Cassius snorted. "They look like the orchard's next meal." Selena crouched behind the brine pit rim, Kieran's breath warm at her nape when he leaned close enough for the hush to curl around them both. "Do you see him?" he rasped. She did. The new king , pale and wide-eyed, crown stitched into the collar of his cloak instead of resting on his skull.

Gael said and gazed at Amelia’s face. “I want you to eliminate the king,” Amelia said silently. “The king? Which of the kings?” Gael said and gazed at Amelia’s lips. “King Rehoboth!” Amelia said boldly. “King Rehoboth?” Ryder and Zion chorused. “Yes, sirs!” Amelia said and nodded her head. “What’s the king’s offence?” Gael said. “It’s a long story…,” Amelia said. “You can make it short; we are here to listen,” Gael said.