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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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Untraversed Routes (Ch.82)

~Year 994

The topic of the High King's marriage is once again raised even in his absence and a political alliance with the Nanzan Kingdom is proposed.

-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.

Myrina pulled her hood lower over her mask as the sand whirled all about in the wind, moving this way and that.

Although the party had begun at a fast pace, their pace had now slowed down immensely as the deeper into the desert they went, the more treacherous the winds grew.

If it was only the winds, it would not have been too much of a problem since the winds of the white lands were far fiercer than this,

However the furiously blowing wind kicked up dust and sand from the desert, creating the beginnings of a sand storms that made it difficult for the party to see ahead of them without the sand getting into their eyes.