Ian smirked. "Why not? I'm the king of the Blood Realm; even the Grand Elder has to cater to my needs. Of course, I'm not acting entitled or something. I've gained this right through my strength."
Natasha smiled at Ian's words. "Well, that just means it's the fruits of your labor. Am I right?"
"If that's the case. I'll have to owe you a favor." Anisha curled up her lips.
For the powerful king in front of her, although she doesn't show it on the surface, she knew not to offend her. As the queen of an entire race that belongs to the top 20, she had to set an example and always pretend to be strong on the outside. Every move of hers is watched by her subject.
In the past few years, since Ian had used their forest for seclusion, the spike of aura every once in a while made her feel death was staring her straight in the face. The terrifying sense of oppression sent a shiver down her spine.
