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I set her down in the center of my throne room. She stumbled, trying to regain her balance, her eyes wide with terror and defiance, but she lifted her chin and held her ground.

Admirable, but foolish.

“Welcome to Helheim,” I said, my words echoing through the vast chamber. “Your new home.”

She looked around, her expression a mix of awe and horror. I watched her swallow hard, fisting her hands at her sides as she pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin, trying to stay brave in the face of abject danger.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, her voice trembling but determined.

I regarded her with curiosity. She was stronger than I had anticipated, and that made me want to know more about her. On the surface, I could tell that she was too skinny. Her clothes were well-worn and dirty. Her skin was covered with grime. She had been living on the streets; that much was for certain.

“You are touched by dragon magic,” I said slowly, as if explaining to a child. “Your power will fuel my ascension and now that you’re here with me, it is certain. I will be king of all five realms.”

I did not tell her that it would require her death for the prophecy to come to pass. She was human after all. Knowing that her death was coming would only cause her to panic. I’d seen it in the past time and time again.

I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step back.

“You’re insane. I’m nothing but a normal human. I have no power,” she countered.

I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “You have no choice, little thief. You’re in my world now and I will decide what to do with you. You’ll help me in the end. I know this.”

She clenched her fists, her defiance a flickering flame in the dark. “I won’t help you. I don’t care what you do to me.”

I moved closer, towering over her, my presence a dark shadow that seemed to swallow the light.

“You will help me,” I said, my voice low and menacing. “Whether you want to or not.” I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her close, the scent of her hair and her skin intoxicating. I leaned in, breathing her in, the faint scent of vanilla and oranges swirling around me.

Her heartbeat was like thunder, loud and wild. She smelled sweet, her natural perfume making my blood boil and my cock ache. I breathed in deep, her aroma setting my soul on fire.

“I won’t give you what you want,” she whispered, resistance written all over her face.

My lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “You will. I won’t break you, but you’ll bend for me. You’ll give me your full surrender.”

The moment those words slipped from my mouth, her back arched and her arm swung back. My grip on her loosened and the sound of her slap across my face resonated throughout the throne room.

“Fuck you,” she snarled.

That was enough.

With a low, threatening growl, I shoved her away. She stumbled and fell, landing hard on her ass. I stared down at her, a cruel smile twisting my lips.

“You will learn respect, little thief, or I will be forced to punish you.”

She glared up at me, her golden eyes burning with anger and defiance.

“You can’t keep me here,” she spat.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” I said, cocking my head, my grin splitting my face in two.

“I know you’re a monster,” she proclaimed, and I chuckled, the sound low and dangerous and everything that made me who I was.

“I’m more than a monster, little thief. I’m the Dark King,” I explained gently, my grin growing bigger by the second. Her eyes widened, the truth finally sinking in.

The Dark King.

The most feared ruler in all the land.

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