58. Love Ruins All

The throne room holding all the priests, dukes, marquises, ministers and alphas witnessed the vanquishment of Xavier Lancaster, the King of Wicref. No, he hadn't lost his title, wealth or health. Only he had squandered something far more valuable. Something the men and women there could not imagine living their lives without.

The King had lost his bespoke companion, his rapture and most importantly, his Queen.

Xavier walked past Ariana, who hadn't budged from her place.

Each step carried him away from her and towards the entrance. On the way, he was foolishly expecting her to call out his name. Even after all of this, he was still waiting for her to stop him and say that she was choosing him over everyone and everything.

But she didn't. He kept on walking and she didn't do anything.

Tattles of her hardheartedness were being agreed upon inside mind-links among the people.