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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**

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145 Chs

Lust...or Love? (Ch.59)

~Year 994

The King of Gavaria rides for the military encampment of the Gavarian Army just beyond the borders of Ardenurve.

-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta

The High King walked into his quarters, taking a deep breath in to calm himself as the royal advisor shut the door behind him.

"Lord Rina's words anger you." The royal advisor stated as he watched the High King sit in a meditative position on his bed.

"I wish it were that easy, by the East I wish what I feel is anger, at least then I would know how to deal with it...but this? "

"His words do not anger me, he speaks only the truth without fear or consideration for my status and I respect him for this and at the very same time,"

"His very presence unsettles me in ways I do not understand. His cold disposition, his unfeeling attitude, his blunt manner of speech,"