Voice: "I hate you..."
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Shiven was standing in the large living room expecting Eloira to come down. Today ought to be his happiest day, the day she found out about his topmost fear but instead of his fear to varnish yet, it multiply.
Maybe fears that the woman belongs to her rival race but if he'd have this fear why does he fall in love with her knowing they are not going to end well together?
For this reason, his head whines verbally as he prepares for the meeting.
After everything is over, he is ready to treat her as his mate openly to his father. He chuckles to think of what his father would say about her, the lady she deprived him of was the long-lost savior.
Here, he should be able to receive some praises from him, at least once in his life.
His lips curved into smiles the more, then, eyed Law to come closer, standing firmly in front of him, he mutters softly,
"Do I produce a Kingly aura?"
