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Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Eve didn't ask for any of it. A tragic childhood, the scorn of the villagers, a mother whose body was never found and a stepmother who constantly tried to get rid of her. They said it was her sins weighing down on her. She was an outcast- the filth that no one wanted around them, yet the beauty everyone wished to possess. When the dark creatures attacked their village, Eve was sacrificed. She was after all, her father's murderer. They were only too happy to push her towards the dark abyss. Her life was burning down in front of her. But that was until she met him. Theodore de la Nuit was tired of living under the shadow of his uncle. He wanted the regency to end. He wanted to clean out the court off of the traitors. He wanted his revenge against the vampires- against those leeches that stole his childhood from him. The monsters took everything from him- his parents, the joy of his first shift and the power that should have been his from birth. When his uncle took an interest in a country bumpkin, he knew that the time had come. He had never seen Luke so caught in the web of any woman. For the first time, the man had dared to lower his guards. He wanted to kill her in front of him and initiate the start of his revenge. But that was until he met her. Will the two kill each other before they give themselves a chance, or will the mate bond bind them against all odds?

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Chapter 48: The king's weakness

The man quickly turned around and bowed, as the flap opened. Eve mimicked the soldier's actions grudgingly, stealing a glance at Theodore emerging from the tent with the princess who was acting all embarrassed and giddy as she hung on to his coat.

"Rise." The king commanded, at which the two straightened their backs, taking a step back respectfully.

Eve narrowed her eyes at him accusingly, at which the man flashed a smirk at her.

"King Theodore." Hugh Tarleton called, offering a slight bow to the man as he appeared to her left.

Eve jumped to her right, startled by the sound. She was so absorbed in glaring at the king that she hadn't heard him walk up to them. Theodore chuckled at her action, shaking his head as he turned towards the man.

"Ambassador Tarleton." He acknowledged, raising his brows in question.