KING IN THE NORTH
chapter 18 King Alzov

"Why don't you let me go?" Olive again asked the bodyguard who drove her back to the room.

"Miss is not going anywhere."

"What do you really want?"Olive was still inexhaustible, as she was treated as a prisoner in a luxury.

"We were just assigned to look after you young Lady."

"Look at you guys making me like a stranger I don't want to be," Olive was really upset by the servants' behavior, this is how she got away.

"In a moment your train will come, Yang Mulya wants to have dinner with you My Lady."

"Why should I obey his wishes?"

"Never has anyone rejected our King, and your Sungub is so lucky, Lady."

"Who is your King? "

Hurry Olive asked.

"You're in the North, Lady."

Olive didn't need any more answers, because her knees suddenly felt limp...

And that means ....

KING ALZOV !!!

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All this time for Olive King Alzov is like a dark figure in a legend that he certainly never expected would be real.

He is King Alzov...!!! The Eternal King of the North supposedly lives without heart and mercy.

Olive took another deep breath and tried to exhale slowly, hoping her nervousness wouldn't mess things up. Because it felt just by sitting still, he suddenly felt he could lose his head at any time. Olive remembered how horrible all the kisa she had heard so far about the ruler of the North.

The girl only dared to peek from behind her feathers, as if her thick eyelashes were able to hide her nervousness. His heart rate began to shake every time Olive tried to suppress his anxiety again. If not for the corset tied too tight by the servants earlier maybe his heart was thrown out this time.

Many of the stories the girl heard about King Alzov and his brutality, but they were not at all comparable to what she felt and saw now. Even to this extent Olive still could not believe that she was the elder brother of Prince Artur.

Shouldn't the brothers be similar...

??????

Olive knew King Alzov was watching her from his seat, Olive only wished that the man could not read her mind, because the girl had to keep her body still in her seat.

"I wish I could fix your appetite" King Alzov's heavy voice sounded calm, but it was still gripping for Olive.

This was not their first time, but it definitely felt very different after he found out that the man with black Netra was sensitive to tweets in King Alzov, the ruler of the North Country.

After some time watching Olive who was still unwilling to touch her food finally King Alzov decided to stand up and start walking closer to her . The girl was still trying to grip both sides of her seat, hoping that she would not jump, because she did not dare to imagine what punishment she deserved if she did so.

King Alzov was still walking closer and closer his hand grabbed a glass bottle filled with concentrated liquid from the middle of the table and poured the liquid as red as blood into a clear crystal glass in front of the young girl. Olive could smell the strong aroma of the old wine instantly stinging her nose.

The still turbulent liquid swept over the edge of the crystal glass like a blood wave with a gurgling sound that was enough to make him swallow hot saliva in horror because Olive was not a good wine drinker. But the girl deliberately focused more on the glass in front of her than on having to realize who this time was who was already standing right in front of her and pouring one glass of wine as if she was a distinguished guest. Olive felt it was strange, considering a King Alzov had to pour wine just for a girl like her.

By accident Olive suddenly lifted her face, just a split second as King Alzov caught his pair of beads, the girl hurriedly ducked back and hoped it was not a sin, oh..... Olive still remembered how the pair of dark Netra looked at her body a few days ago, Olive's fingers started to shake.

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