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The Crown's Entrapment

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] “I'm sure you’ll find my arms more comfortable than anything else in this world...” King Darius Grant - the mighty ruler of the Kingdom of Cordon. He was ruthless and impetuous against his enemies. His mere presence screamed with rugged authority; his aura alone was more than enough for some of his enemies to admit defeat and run away at just the sight of him. But despite all of this, he was powerless and shameless over one woman… his mate - the Princess of Ebodia whom he refused to let go. Find out how things would turn out for our possessive King who's dead set on using the Crown's Entrapment to make his mate his by any means necessary. Will he be able to succeed and conquer her all - body, heart, and soul? * Note: Volume 1 & 2: Main Story Status: Completed (Chapters 1 to 555) Volume 3: Side Story Status: Completed (Chapters 556 to 641) "I can only declare myself a winner once I manage to conquer your heart..." Volume 4: Side Story Status: Completed (Chapters 642 to 701) "Love was never in my vocabulary when it comes to women until you came..." Volume 5: Status: Completed (Chapters 702 to 805) “I choose you… you who greedily occupies all the space in my heart…” Special Chapters onwards - completed **** PS: Commissioned Book Cover owned by the Author! Do not use it!

Eustoma_Reyna · Fantasy
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Drinking Session

With the Elders having left the room, those of the younger sort stayed inside the dining hall to partake in some drinks. Clara knew that such a thing was the norm for them, but with Darius's mate being present, some of the better drinks and bottles were being brought up by her beloved king.

"Tonight is the night for celebration," King Darius firmly declared. "If we're going to drink, then we should have nothing less than the best."

Clara could only watch with a pang of jealousy as her beloved king called for his servants for the best bottles of wine from the castle's cellar. Still, she kept her composure as she waited for her opportunity to spring her trap.

"Your drink, my love."

"Thank you, my King."