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Unknown POV:

"Is it done then?" Mumbled the King.

Sitting in the throne room on his black metal throne carved like a dragon, King Toban gazed out at the hundreds of Rogues before him. All of them were down on one knee, their heads bowed in respect to their king.

Standing in front of him was Anna. She wore a floor-length black dress, her blond hair pulled back behind her shoulders. Lowering her head in respect, she nodded. "Yes, My King."

Smiling, Toban spoke, "Very good." Standing from his throne, he moved towards her.

Her eyes darted around the room, anywhere but his face. Toban noticed this, causing his lips to twitch. Standing behind her, Toban ran his hand along her bare collarbones. Humming under his breath, he moved his head near her neck, his other hand fisting her hair. With a harsh tug, he pulled her head to the side.

Groaning from the sudden action, Anna's breathing quickened. She would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid. The man before her held so much power, and with a