Aylin stared at the man who was sitting majestically in the middle of the couch. From his temperament, she could vaguely decipher what he was thinking. But was Aylin was not affected by it. He was the Prince of Aranill. However, his status could change once the contest commenced and the winner emerged to claim his throne. At that time, not only would he lose his title, he would even lose his ego, one that he carried with pride.
Aylin's lips twitched when she recalled the stories her father had told her about the previous Alpha Kings and their family. During their reign, they had been quite arrogant and self-conceited, even to the level to believe that their children would take over the throne. However, reality had proved otherwise. None of them had managed to pass the throne to their own family members.
