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SLAM!
Maximus slamd his hands on the surface of the table, splitting it in half. His eyes glowed in bright red, grinding his teeth at the person across the broken desk.
"What do you an you can't go inside the Forbidden Forest?" he seethed, making the knight's heart rattle in his chest.
"Your Highness, the Duke of Luvic —"
"Your Highness, it is not right to lash out at a poor knight who simply relayed the reports." The knight was cut off when a voice from behind him resonated in the chambers.
The knight looked back and stepped to the side to make way for the noble duke of the House Leviticus. He bowed slightly to show respect.
"You should go." London Leviticus glanced at the knight and then arched a brow when Maximus roared.
"London Leviticus, do not push your luck," warned Maximus through his gritted teeth, watching the man pretending to be a female look back at him. "You and your house are still alive, thanks to ."
"The House Leviticus will always be grateful to Your Eminence."
"Then if that is clear, tell your people to retreat and stop hindering from getting my wife back."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Your Highness."
"London Leviticus!"
"You are giving that man in that mansion the reason for carnage, Your Highness. Even if you are the highest person on the mainland and could practically do whatever you pleased, you are making a mistake. I am simply trying to stop you from making one." London's countenance slowly grew solemn, staring at the fuming Maximus. "After all, most of the royal knights were nobles from different houses across the Mainland. Sending them in the Forbidden Forest despite knowing Abel Grimsbanne is there only ans angering more nobles."
Maximus let out a scoff, in disbelief at London's argunt. He was the king, and thus, how dare he threaten him with this petty excuse?
"You got this throne this ti through a revolt, Your Highness," London continued in a knowing tone. "Many of the previous king's people were displeased with your accession to the throne. On top of that, you had executed many loyal subjects, such as the mbers of so particular noble clans."
London shook his head mildly. "The mainland wasn't what it used to be, Your Eminence. The last thing you need is to recover the Queen, who was forced to accept this title. After all, she will co back to you whether or not she wants to."
"Our House Leviticus will always be grateful to you, and thus, I had mustered a lifeti of courage to stop my king," he added with conviction in his tone. "What you need right now are allies, Your Majesty. Especially, since the Grimsbanne's will not sit still anymore."
Maximus's jaw tightened, keeping his gaze on London Leviticus. Everything London said was mildly infuriating, but they were facts.
"I am their king," he stressed, but this ti, his temperant cald down. "From then and now, and yet, that useless bunch thinks I am soone who stole sothing that isn't rightfully mine."
Maximus kicked the broken piece of the table to the wall, breaking it into smithereens.
"It's all their fault," he breathed out sharply. "Those people in the Forbidden Forest… it's all their fault. I shouldn't have let a single one of them step foot in this land."
While Maximus threw a huge fit, breaking everything in sight, London stayed in the sa spot. His eyes followed Maximus's figure with a tinge of coldness underneath his eyes.
'He should've blad his lack of patience,' thought Leviticus inwardly, ntally sighing. 'If he had planned everything since a long ti ago, he should've waited for more instead of getting riled up by Marsella. Now, he's just blaming everyone except the real culprit for why things went south.'
In London's opinion, Maximus's situation was his fault and partly Marsella's. But then again, what was even more shocking was Maximus's trust in Marsella. Trusting that woman and hoping she would actually help was suicide.
But then again, London wasn't the person to talk to. After all, London, whose intention was unclear even to his biggest ally, the Queen.
Which leaves many people with a question: who was London Leviticus?
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[ Forbidden Forest ]
"It seed you were an acquaintance of that man with an appearance of a woman." Abel brought Aries back from her trance, poking the tip of her nose.
The two were still lying lazily on the bed, talking about whatever they could broach.
"Mhm." Aries pressed her lips into a thin line, recalling how she t this mysterious noble vampire nad London Leviticus. "When I arrived on the mainland, he requested a private audience with . I was about to refuse, but then Suzanne told sothing that piqued my interest."
She lifted her gaze at Abel. "She — I an, he told he can provide shelter to my brother and keep him safe. The rest after our first eting was history."
"Ahh…" his reply lacked any interest, making her brows raise.
"All he asked for in return is for to host this world summit," she added despite his lack of interest. "He wanted to establish an international organization, after all. And I helped him with that while he kept my brother safe."
"More than that she-man's agenda. You locked the Marquess as well?" His lips stretched in amusent.
The conflicted expression that resurfaced on Aries's face told everything Abel wanted to know. Aries kept everyone away, even her brother. She didn't need to explain, knowing Maximus would stop at nothing to put a leash on her.
"Anyway, I still don't trust him." Aries cleared her throat. "I've known him for two years now, but sohow, I feel like I still don't know him."
A shallow breath slipped past her lips. "Abel, it seed you know London. Who is he?"
"You an London?" Abel arched a brow. "He is not a special person. Just soone… he is Isaiah's cousin and soone who hated Conan to the core."
"Ahh… so he is…" Her expression stiffed while her pupils went wide. "Did you say he is Sir Isaiah's cousin?"
"Mhm. I did, and also Maximus's first love… before he knew London is actually a guy."
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