What poison weakens even the deepest bond? Power.
--unknown
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Drinking his wine, King Father Memphis Alistair III, now being hailed as the regent due to the absence of the crowned King, is savoring the taste of sweet success once again. When was the last time I’ve felt true strength? Indulged with the allure of complete control over Mariana for the second time, his eyes are blinded by greed, and his heart is swarmed with endless pride.
“This is the place where we could’ve sat together, ruling like a true monarchy.” Touching the throne, his highness drank on his glass, eyes focused on the glossy golden seat. “If only we’ve met much earlier than when Elysia has been betrothed to me.”
“But, we’re still happy within the walls of Gargon, your highness.” Trying to appease him, Lady Mer
