The Monarch - Book 3
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(Season 3 of The Monarch)
Alekar is dead, and Timber rules as the king of Alcor, with Bridgette as his queen.
However, even in death, Alek never gives up, and he finds himself guided through the underworld in a quest to get back home.
But are his odds of making it back worth the risk it takes trying?
(Story written in RP format by A and L)
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