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A lady dressed in a beautifully made ball gown walked majestically through the palace gate and toward the King’s chambers. Her face was painted in the finest colors with the obvious aim of seduction. The way her heels clicked against the floor announced her presence even before people turned toward her. Rieta. The Lycan King’s mistress. That was who she was.

With a smile on her red painted lips, she stood before the study room and a guard stepped forward. “The King is not in his study room.” He informed her and her smile fell.

“Where is he?” She asked him.

“He is taking an evening walk. If you would like to wait for him, stay at the entrance of chambers. A guard would be asked to get him.”

“No,” She said hurriedly, smiling nervously. “Erm... I will wait for him.” She added quickly.

She walked away and went to wait for him in his room. Standing before the mirror in his room, her face glinted with joy and she bit her lips at the sexiness of her unclear shape reflecting in the mirror.

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