Chapter 48
Talia met the King’s gaze with a deep burning rage. He traipsed around clad in finery, though her real anger came from the color. He was wearing the same color of red as herself. He seemed proud and cocky as usual. The whores surrounding him kept their eyes glued to the ground. They all wore nothing but red bras, panties, and thin chemise shawls that did nothing to cover their bodies. The King was sending a message, she was certain she didn’t like it one bit. “Crown jewel?” She uttered dumbly. What in the Gods names could he mean by that? “The time has come to announce to the world the arrival of a new rider.” He spoke confidently as he grabbed a full goblet of wine from a platter in the hands of one of his harlots. She whimpered lowly though Talia w
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