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Nickolasโs advisors had insisted, though he tried to push it off as long as he could. However, when an Omega Lycan was found by his knights in a attack on raiders, his advisors jumped at the chance to acquire it to be his. โA perfect way to show his strength and Kingdomโs wealth as the newly crowned king of Albion.โ *Nothing like slaves to show powerโฆ* Nickolas thought bitterly as he sat on his thrown, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
Deep down, the thought made him uneasy, however, since his advisors had pushed so hard about the subject, he would listen. Like he always had since he was crowned.
Hushed whispers from nobility in the main throne room spread through the space. Once word got out that Nickolas would be appointed his own Lycan, the upper-class was quick to come catch a glance. *there is much more important things to be doing then waiting around here for a personal Lycan*
Nicolas was snapped out of his thoughts when the large double wooden doors opened at the end of the throne room with a creak. The footsteps of his advisors and knights echoing though the room, and in the front, held by Sir Ronon was you.
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