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Lord of Ardenurve

He was the fiercest warrior of the High Kingdom for he was undefeated in battle. He was the Demon Prince of the High Kingdom, known for his brutality and blood thirst. He was the Ghost of the East for he came and went like the wind, destroying all in his path and no one truly knew the face beneath the mask. He was Lord Rina Arden, the great Lord of Ardenurve. He was supposed to be the man among men, a warrior among warriors, But what was this long hair cascading down his shoulders, what were those alluring eyes gleaming with erotic promise? What was this unearthly beauty? What was this enticing body that stirred my darkest desires? What is a King to do when his god of war turns out to be a goddess? _________________ "To the world I am the High King, but to you Rina...I am just a man burning in my need and desire for you, tell me Rina...what have you done to me?" Turace whispered in a heated tone, his voice thick with desire as he gazed down into those cold, fierce eyes... his own gaze pleading. "The first man who desired me killed my family and every other man after that, I killed with my own hands...I am Lord Rina of Ardenurve My King and I will never be yours." Came the cold response. "Lord Rina... This King has never once failed to get what I want and it just turns out... I want you... your heart, your soul, your body...every last inch of you." Turace vowed, his tone dark and determined. Second book in the Tales of the Continents. **I do not own the cover art. All credits go to the artist. It will be be taken off on request**

JHeart · Fantasy
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145 Chs

Love Was Never A Consideration (Ch.80)

~Year 994

The officials of the Royal Court begin to grow uneasy at the High King's extended absence from duty.

-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.

A small smile was set on Turace's lips as he watched Lord Rina cultivate his flame arts to stabilize his spiritual energy.

He sat crossed legged in the snow, his coat spread out behind him, his elbows were arched as his palms were placed upon each other, facing one another.

His joined palms blazed with a bright flame as though they were on fire, yet they remained unburnt.

The snow beneath him had all but completely melted and he exuded a warmth that balanced out the temperature in the area closest to him.

Just sitting there in meditation, an aura of serenity rested about him and Turace marvelled even more at the perfection that this man was.