"Hello Mason, where are you?"Mason was shocked to hear his special assistant falling him by his name, but he could forgive this because his voice seemed panicky. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, your , majesty!" Even this sounded panicky, Mark was trying to apologize to him for calling him by his name but Mark's pulse and heart beat skyrocketed, he was wallowing in such negative thoughts as whether the coronation was canceled or he was deemed unfit to manage this role. "......for calling you by name," Maro completed , as he heard this, his heart slowly and gradually returned to normal. "What did you expect to say?" He asked him, not wishing to spend any of his time further, he would be late by some minutes, he just hoped Mark wouldn't complain. "What will he do after all I'm his boss, have you ever seen a servant shouting or punishing his master?" He growled inside of himself. "I'm glad he asked me to be authoritative, so he would have no right to question me," he said to himself. "I just
After emerging from the broadcasting station and going to his company, it was evening and most of his staff had returned home, Mason met only few as he was going up to the last floor where his office was. His heart was beating so hard, he was earnestly praying he would meet with Mia."I don't know how I'll speak of this to her," he wondered deep inside of his heart as he was climbing up. Because of her, he decided to stop at the third floor where her office was, it was an open one since it was the Registry Unit where all the staff had to sign their names both when they come for work and when they are going.As he approached the corner where she often stay, he got so worried, he was tempted to turn back and go to his office or go back to the palace instead of being disappointed. He was about to turn back when one voice to him inside of his mind."What if she's there, you know not all workers are gone, so she can't go?" This made him to stop and wonder, it was the one thing that struck
"What did you mean then?" He asked her. He was equally confused as to what she meant. Time was going and he was feeling really pressured. Mark and the guards were waiting for him at a distance but he waved to them to go. He wanted trying to coax Mia into accepting to be his wife. "It would seem I'm using you for my own selfish gain, I understand that's how you may feel but right now I just need a companion, someone by my side only. We are diff..... "Mia brought up her hand before him. "You don't need to talk too much, ilk accept. But I hope you will stick to the rule of no sex and demanding of any sort of wife responsibility from me, either romantic or sexual?"Mia's greatest fear was being used and dumped but Mason didn't get what she was meaning here. He thought that she didn't want to have sex with him because he wasn't worthy or perhaps he was a flirt or had some infections which could be contracted by her. "Do you think you will contract some infections from me or you're just
The Grand Coronation Center stood silent, basking in the dim glow of early evening. Mason, the prince on the verge of ascending to the throne, felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. Tomorrow marked the day he would be crowned king, and with the impending duties, he sought a moment of respite.Amidst the hushed corridors, he found her – his soon-to-be queen. Mia, a woman of grace and poise, awaited him in a secluded chamber. As Mason entered, he was struck by the elegance that surrounded her.„Mia,“ he greeted, a hint of nerves in his voice. „I thought we could use this time to get to know each other better before the whirlwind of tomorrow engulfs us.“She smiled warmly, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "I appreciate the gesture, Mason. „It's not every day, one becomes a queen.“They settled into a conversation, discussing their childhoods, dreams, and the responsibilities that lay ahead. As the moments passed, a genuine connection unfolded. Laughter echoed through
FLASHBACK Mia's eyes blazed with anger, a fiery storm in the midst of Mason's supposed perfect day. The elegant wedding venue was transformed into a battleground, the air heavy with tension as they stood face to face. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, whispered and exchanged uneasy glances as the quarrel unfolded.„You think you can just waltz into my life and dictate everything, Mason?“ „Mia's voice cut through the air, her Frustration palpable.“ „This wedding is not just about you, it's about us, about our future together.“Mason, normally calm and collected, felt the weight of the situation. „Mia, please, let's not do this now.“ „It's our wedding day, and I want it to be perfect for both of us.“Mia scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Perfect? Mason, you've been making decisions without consulting me. „I thought we were a team, but it seems like you're the captain, and I'm just a passenger.“The tension escalated, creating a magnetic force that drew the attention of Stephanie,
The Sun rose on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Royal Coronation Center. Excitement and anticipation filled the air as the next day arrived – the D-day. The royal wedding and the coronation were set to unfold in the same majestic place, where the echoes of history resonated through the grandeur of the surroundings.In the heart of the Royal Coronation Center, servants scurried about, making final preparations for the momentous occasion. Flowers adorned every corner, and the scent of lavender and roses lingered in the air. The throne room, a symbol of power and tradition, stood ready to witness the union of two hearts and the ascension of a new ruler.The morning sun bathed the quaint town in a warm glow, as Mia prepared to embark on the most significant journey of her life. The clock struck ten, marking the beginning of a day filled with love, promises, and dreams. The air was charged with excitement, as Mia slipped into her elegant white gown, carefully crafted by Adriana,
***Days ago at the Coronation***The Grand Hall echoed with the harmonious symphony of trumpets and the chatter of nobles adorned in resplendent attire. It was the day of Prince Mason's coronation, a momentous occasion that promised to unite the realm under his benevolent rule. The air buzzed with anticipation as the ceremony unfolded flawlessly.Mason, the young prince with a regal aura, ascended the golden throne with grace. The crown, a shimmering diadem adorned with precious gems, was gently placed on his head by the royal advisor. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating the dawn of a new era.As Mason surveyed his subjects with humility, his eyes caught the gleam of the scepter, a symbol of his authority. Just as the ceremony reached its zenith, a murmur swept through the assembly. A man, strikingly similar to Mason, emerged from the shadows. His eyes mirrored the same royal blue, and his features bore an uncanny resemblance.Gasps rippled through the crowd as the man approached
Mason, a man of power and influence, stood at the center of the Grand Hall, his eyes cold and calculating. He commanded the security team with a mere flick of his wrist. The air was thick with tension as the guards, under Mason's orders, seized their target and held him firmly.The unsuspecting victim, a man who had dared to challenge Mason's authority, found himself at the mercy of the security team. Mason's lips curled into a malicious grin as he surveyed the shocked faces of the attendees. It was a calculated move, a show of dominance that Mason believed would solidify his control.„I won't tolerate disrespect,“ Mason declared, his voice echoing through the hall. The crowd gasped, uncertain of what would unfold next. Mason's reputation for ruthlessness preceded him, but this brazen act left even his staunchest allies questioning the extent of his cruelty.The security team, following Mason's command, began to rough up the defiant individual. Each blow, each kick, was executed with