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Italy's Rome

One place tale is not all that exists in life!

Whoa!

The gunshot echoed through the tumultuous atmosphere. Proletariat feathers fluttered across the air, and the surrounding spirits were overcome by darkness. The quiet is broken by the voice, which is deep, rugged, husky, and seductive.

"Zale Clean It!"

He turns, leaving the rifle in his men's hands, and approaches his frightened butler Rob while still standing.

His hands were shaking as he held the water dish, and a horribly cold perspiration was still covering his cheeks.

With his intimidating gaze, he looks up and secures his position, gazing down right away.

Nobody Sees the King's Eyes!

"Get me and Malkiel something to eat!" He gave an instruction, wiping his hands on the white towel and heading out the door with Zale, his chaperone.

"Sure Emperor!" Rob bows his head and turns to leave.

The palace is completely silent, and everything is dark. The floor and walls were covered in a traditional rustic and modern décor that included outstanding German paintings and architecture hanging from a large chandelier.

They covered the floor with a magnificent, hand-made, antique blue Persian carpet. The invigorating aroma wafted through the surroundings.

With their royal swords and weapons drawn, the royal security and bodyguards were positioned around the mansion like mannequins.

"Titan! For a few hours in Turin, your mother had called on you. It's important, she says. The old marble floor resonated with their footsteps.

"Mr. Laszlo, you also have Eve's Party in Milan to attend. We must be present. "It's for fundraising," Zale said, turning to face László Michael Rodriguez.

His thick, gorgeous, and well styled hair was raven-smooth and tousled.

He pauses, pivots a little, and turns to face Zale. He looked at him with piercing, captivating, deep green eyes that had a tint of blue in them. Zale glances down, terrified.

Strong arms, a solid chest, and packs of abs in the abdomen complemented his well-defined face, which had a prominent, pointed jaw that curved beautifully.

His perfect neck, throat, and larynxes also displayed the twining cords of the muscles that sculpted his complete body. He was built like a machine.

He was an Adonis. He parted his full, pointed lips, leaving the words on his tongue.

"After that, grab Malkiel, let's head out, and give my executive assistant, Hector, a call. Tell him that the vacation is over. Arrange for departure. He looked at Zale and said,

"This is my third sentence." Zale nodded, stopped, turned around, and stood next to the door.

Italy's Turin.

"What are you doing Mrs. Rodriguez?" Arawn With a scowl, Edward sat down next to his wife Elizabeth Michael, the former Empress, and watched her intently as she was engrossed in filing.

"Setting up your son with females! What more is there? She looks up at her husband definitely and says, "He never gonna show interest until he gets his one aspired woman and this makes me think seldom, he is gay."

"Well, I'm positive my son is straight. However, you must point, and I can assist." He responds, gathering the remaining files and glancing around for a bit before groaning and tossing them all onto the table.

"This is hard!" As Elizabeth says, her husband looks up at her and nods arbitrarily.

"None are suitable for your demanding son's choices." Arawn stares, and she gives the uneasily positioned maid a glare up at her.

"Keep it down!" she exhorted, smiling neutrally, and the maids calmed down, leaving the tray down. "Have you seen Brian?" "People are scared of me because of Laszlo!".

Arawn questioned as he picked up his drink and leaned back to watch Elizabeth hand her another glass.

Indeed, your purported mistress. I sometimes think you married him rather than me." Arawn laughed quietly and brought the glass to his lips, drinking a few sips before opening his mouth again as she glared.

"Well, that Mistress, actually has a pretty daughter!" When Arawn revealed, Elizabeth was shocked.

"Wait he has a daughter!" Arawn looks at her and nods in response to her repeated question.

"Why was I aware of it?

She asked in shock, "I mean, I was by your side all the time," to which Arawn responded with a smile and a back rub.

"That's because he helps me out. He kept his wife and daughter a secret. He wished for them to be safe." He responds, and she gives him a short look before her lips curled slightly. Arawn grinned. Was he thinking what his wife was thinking?

There were plenty of people in dresses and tuxedos inside the theater. He strolls around making everyone stand in their designated spots and stoop to welcome him. Security graciously moves the crowd aside to make room for him to approach the magnificent throne of the theater.