CHAPTER NINETEEN
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The Kingdom Of Agrippa, A Month Before The Start Of The Selection…
A man, well built with long legs and large arms crossed in front of his chest stood with his face pinched in worry as he stared at the decrepit body lying on the metal table.
King William of Agrippa, a formidable warrior with creamy olive skin, short but curly black hair, and attractive grey eyes, rubbed the soft stubble covering his defined jaw in thought. He’s dressed neatly in a black Armani suit, though it didn’t do the job of covering the strange markings peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
The light green words tattooed from the side of his neck down to his left arm, always shimmered when he flexed his muscles. The tiny inscriptions coming to life in reaction.
Besides him, bent at the waist is a woman who is inspecting the body with a critical eye. Her Royal Majesty, Queen Kulap Mikhail Veronese straightened from her position, standing tall at 5’10ft with a beautiful diamond tiara settled atop her head.
She’s dressed in a red knee-length pencil skirt with a long split at the side to show off her creamy legs, a cream coloured blouse that caresses her ample bosoms, and black stiletto heels grace her feet.
She’s always been, and forever will be, the epitome of grace and beauty with her light golden blonde hair tied in a knot at the base of her neck, enchanting baby blue eyes, creamy porcelain skin, and soft pink lips.
Usually, when people think of Kulap Mikhail, the Queen of Agrippa, their thoughts are always centred on an image portrayed as soft and gentle, no one knows that behind closed doors she’s a force to be reckoned with and a formidable strategist for the King’s army.
“Looks like King Jaffa is trying to send us a warning,” Lifting her eyes, she stares at her King with a sigh. “With the recent news of the Tahan people rebelling I’m sure he’s in a hurry to reunite the kingdoms.”
“But he should know this would be impossible.” Lord Hank Lovewell, Royal adviser to the throne speaks up, drawing away from his secluded position in the darkened corner of the room.
At six feet two, Lord Hank towers over everyone he has met and has always felt like the giant in the room, but when standing beside the King and Queen he’s always felt a sense of belonging due to their similar domineering height.
His light brown eyes have a ring of gold circling the outer part of his iris, his dirty blonde hair falls to his broad shoulders, and he has a sculptured jaw with a rough beard.
Dressed in a plain blue shirt with the 2 top buttons undone, and black fitted pants that hug his thick thighs, he looks a lot younger than his age.
“He doesn’t care, that is why he’s sending this body as a warning. If we don’t pledge our allegiance to him, he will take over our Kingdom just like he did with the Tahan and the Venra Kingdom’s.”
“He has his men crowding every street of the Tahan Kingdom doesn’t he?” Tilting his head thoughtfully, King William taps a finger on the table. “Why is he suddenly so anxious to expand his rein?”
“Well, I took it upon myself to send spies to investigate the situation in Tahan, and they’ve reported back to me.”
Lord Hank draws closer to the table, resting his hands on the edge he leans forward as he continues. “From the current information they’ve gathered, it seems the rebels are in possession of the Holy Sceptre.”
“What?” Both rulers gaze at him in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. “But how can that be possible, that staff has been lost for centuries!”
“The details are unclear, but one thing is for certain, and that is the fact that King Jaffa’s dark Knights are disappearing. We all know the borders of Tahan is being reclaimed by someone, and if my sources are correct then—”
“Then this changes the whole game.” The Queen smiles.
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