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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 · 奇幻言情
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145 Chs

The Royal Decree (Ch.32)

~Year 983

The murder of the Third Arch Prince and the Lady of Ardenurve remain a mystery as the assassins who had attacked on that night were left unidentified.

The High King bids the young heir of Arden to cease the bloodshed so peace may be restored to the High Kingdom 

- The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta

"The world will forever be bleak in your eyes, Rina. The pain you have endured is not one you can ever hope to heal from, and perhaps you shall awaken everyday hoping for it to be your last..."

"Yet you shall live, you are an Arden, child. The very last of your bloodline. Torsten has left you a heavy burden, but it is one you must carry... and so you must live." The High King said, his voice thick with sorrow.

"I am an Arden." Myrina affirmed, knowing the words of the High King were right.