"Can someone tell me what the heck is going on?"
An olive-skinned man with the longest yellow gold hair neither Peter nor Chelsea had ever seen that reached his waist. The man was about seven feet tall with very muscular arms and a toned abdomen that had eight packs.
On his handsome face, his eyebrows were furrowed but on his lips danced a playful smile.
"My king," Queen Jacomie didn't waste a second in bowing to the man.
Chelsea and Peter watched as everyone else went on one knee and bowed their heads to the king.
Not only did his aura exert confidence. His presence made the whole atmosphere change. No one needed to be told that this man was indeed the king of the jungle, the lion himself.
Both Chelsea and Peter shared a look before going on one knee and bowing to the king.
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