Siren Of Tigers: Adrenaline Of Magic And Power

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"Then why do you think I dethroned the king?"

I swallowed, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation at her words. She was going to claim the throne and become the new ruler of the kingdom. The thought was both thrilling and intimidating.

I looked up at her, meeting her gaze firmly.

"I trust you," I said, my voice steady.

"I believe in you. I just... I want to help. I want to be by your side, supporting you in whatever you do."

"You already did the most for me. Wish me good luck now. I can handle the rest."

I took a deep breath, mustering my courage and pushing down my doubts. This was my chance to prove my loyalty and devotion to her.

"Good luck," I said, my voice firm and resolute.

"You don't need it, though. You're strong, smart, and powerful. You'll take the crown and rule with an iron fist. You'll show them all why they should fear you, Mi Reina."

She smiled at me, and hurried to the nearby window. I watched from my place by the floor as Aysel rushed to the window, her eyes scanning the area outside. Her crew, a group of modern mafia members, were making their way into the castle.

I felt a pang of curiosity mixed with disbelief. How had she managed to establish such a crew? And how would they aid her in claiming the throne?

Suddenly a man pushed the door open. My eyes widened at the sight of the man entering the room and falling to his knees before Aysel. In his hands was a rifle, an intimidating weapon that was meant to be an offering of support and loyalty.

I looked up at Aysel, studying her reaction to the man's gesture. She seemed unfazed as if she expected such things.

"Vashye Velichiystvo." The man uttered.

The man spoke, his voice filled with deference and respect. I don't know what he said, maybe using the formal title.

I watched Aysel's reaction closely, studying her expression as the man offered her the rifle. Her face betrayed no surprise, no sign of shock or disbelief. She looked every bit the queen, poised and regal even in this unexpected turn of events, accepted the rifle, and the man bowed down to her. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Aysel exit the room, with the man who offered her the rifle and a horde of other men in tow. It was like an army materialized out of thin air, pledging their loyalty to her without a word. I felt a mixture of awe and fear as I continued to watch; my mind, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of her power and influence, pushed me off the floor, my heart racing as I took in the sight of the crowd of men following Aysel. This was unreal, like something out of a movie. But it was happening right in front of my eyes, and I couldn't deny the sense of danger and violence that hung in the air.

My eyes widened in horror as I looked out the window, taking in the scene unfolding below me. Hundreds of black cars were lined up outside the castle, their dangerous presence sending a chill down my spine. And then there were the men, thousands of them dressed in all black, all bearing rifles in their hands. It was a sight that sent a shiver down my spine, fear and disbelief warring within me as I tried to comprehend the sheer scale of Aysel's power.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the air, making my heart pound in my chest. The noise of shooting was coming from inside the castle, a reminder of the violence and chaos that was unfolding somewhere in the building.

I took a step back, my hands clenching at the realization that Aysel was somewhere in the castle, caught up in the bloodshed and the violence. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I needed to find her, to make sure she was safe. But isn't she the one doing all this?