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Supernaturals—especially vampires—healed faster. Except... they were given substances to slow that ability. The king began to speak, and the low murmuring seized. “You all know one of the things I hate,” he paused, locking ice-blue eyes with Erin. “Being taken for a fool. Do you know these guys?” Erin’s babbling would have been comical if this weren’t a pivotal moment in the case. I didn’t feel like laughing—I wanted to hear the truth. “N-not at all, my king. I—I have never met them before.”

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

"No, as his accomplice. It's a really long story, Naomi." Seth crossed his arms, looking displeased. "Then round it up. I don't have all day, and I need to take out the trash." Xander ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a conflicted expression on his face. "Father- The king, he... he's planning something big. Hazel is part of his plan. She is planning things, things that could endanger the entire supernatural world, and as usual, your baby is right in the middle." I couldn't comprehend the weight of his words. Hazel was partnering with the King to destroy everything? To endanger my child?

I clench my fist as I will myself to stay quiet, knowing that pretty soon, Karma will be coming to claim the King's ass, and I'll be the one looking down on him. After a couple of hours of travelling in the limo, we arrive at what I can only describe as a castle; it's enormous. The King gets out of the car, not bothering to help his wife, she slides out next, and I follow behind with my eyes still glued to the floor, like a good little pet.

Archie says in disbelief. "What happens to us man, our jobs?" Ashby asks. "You are free to do as you please, everything has been sorted out, and you should be receiving emails either tomorrow morning or the next day." "Henry baby, I admire what you did, you told the world the truth and that's what a true king does. No matter what happens, you'll always be our king." We had all decided to celebrate at Penny's Nana's house for dinner, she had cooked up a feast while we were out.

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

Neither will it erase all the pain and sufferings she had endured for all these years. She fought back tears as she remembered all she and her mother had suffered that first week after they were thrown out of their home. All her mother’s friends had turned their backs on them because Arthur had issued a directive that anyone who helped them will face his wrath. No one was willing to go against Arthur Goven, so they stayed away. They slept under the stars the first two nights. On the third night, it began to rain. They slept under the rain that night. Her mother had tried looking for work but no one in City E was willing to hire her. With all the money she had left, her mother bought tickets

Then suddenly— the entire city shook. Violently. More violently than ever before. Everyone stumbled. Then Lily looked through a broken archway. And froze. The Last King had fallen. Far across the city. The giant king lay on one knee. His spear broken. His armor shattered. The monster stood over him. Victorious. God. No. The King couldn't lose. He was supposed to win. Fair. Heroes win. Reasonable honestly. Then the monster raised one gigantic arm. Preparing the final blow. Then the King looked toward the palace.

Motionless. On his knees. Watching. Listening. Accepting every word. Every tear. Every wound. Because this was the price of regret. And for the first time in his life— The mighty Ice King understood that some sins were too large to erase. No amount of power. No amount of money. No amount of apologies. Could ever make them disappear. All he could do now— Was stay. And hope she would one day allow him the chance to prove he had changed.