Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 30 The King’s Summons
Dock
Klaus moored the yacht close to the shore, then took Emily by the hand and stepped out of the boat. Their arrival was closely watched, and everything on the dock was prepared for them.
A sleek black business car was parked on the bank, looking upscale and elegant. Beside the car stood a man in a black suit and tie. His face was grave, and his eyes betrayed a sense of duty and concentration. His hair was neatly brushed back, and the pins in the collar of his suit gleamed silver.
On either side of the dock stood several uniformed Alpha Warriors, all of them muscular and displaying a sense of strength that should not be underestimated. Their uniforms were impeccable, everyone maintained a standard military posture, and the Bluetooth earphones flashing blue looked full of technology. With eagle-like eyes, these Alpha Warriors scanned their surroundings to ensure the entire pier was safe.
The dock, which should have been bustling with activity in the morning as the fishermen began their busy day, was unusually quiet at this time. Not a single fisherman was to be seen. The silence had a deliberately arranged feel, as if the whole area had been cleared for the arrival of Klaus and Emily.
"Good morning, Klaus," Meiss smiled courteously at him.
"Hi, Meiss," Klaus shook hands with Meiss, and then Meiss’s eyes moved to Emily. She bowed slightly, and he said to her, "You must be Luna Emily. I’m a royal representative. You can call me Meiss."
His voice was formal and courteous, and the clarity with which he pronounced every word betrayed that he was well-educated and well-trained.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Meiss," Emily smiled and nodded.
"The king is waiting for you at the palace. Can we go now?" Meiss said, looking at Klaus. Klaus nodded in response.
So they got into the car, and Emily sat next to Klaus. He was speechless, his dark glasses obscuring his eyes, and he was back to being the fearsome alpha male. Emily lowered her eyes uneasily, as nervous as if this were her first meeting with the king. Moreover, she had not provided herself with formal attire, although Klaus had told her that he would not care for details, as if it were an impromptu summons from the king.
Oh, and did the king really not care about the details? Emily thought otherwise. After all, the king she had learned from Klaus was a hard and cruel man.
The vehicle passed through a number of security checkpoints before finally pulling into the palace’s inner courtyard. As Emily stepped out of the car, she saw a magnificent palace standing before her. The great palace gates, like ancient guardians, watched over this noble land.
Emily looked up, and the palace rose high into the sky. Its minarets seemed to pierce the heavens, interwoven with blue sky and white clouds. Each pillar was so stout, and so exquisitely carved and patterned, as to showcase a remarkable degree of workmanship.
Emily stepped onto the red carpet that stretched from the palace’s entrance to the main entrance. It was soft and gorgeous, and every step felt like walking on a cloud. Klaus took Emily’s hand and lowered his head to whisper in her ear, "Relax, I’ll be here for you." There was a hint of solicitude and comfort in his voice.
Emily nodded. Although she was still nervous, Klaus’s words reassured her. She drew a deep breath and tried to compose herself.
Meiss then led them in the direction of the palace. They walked down a long corridor lined with beautiful frescoes and precious works of art. These paintings and artworks were historical witnesses, documenting the glorious history and cultural heritage of the royal family.
Presently, they reached the door of the room. On either side of the bright red gate stood two alpha warriors, tall and formidable. Meiss gave them a look, and they immediately opened the door for him.
"I’ll have to go in first and tell the king, and you’ll wait here," said Meiss as she entered the room.
After a while, the door opened, and Meiss said to Klaus and Emily, "The king invites you both to come in."
So Klaus and Emily entered the room, and Emily had scarcely set foot inside when a chill came over her. It might be that the room was too dark, or that the air conditioning was too low, but Emily felt as if she were surrounded by it, and she almost wanted to sneeze.
"You’re here?" A low, commanding voice came from the other side of the room, and a man with silver hair and green eyes like Klaus’s approached them from the shelf.
The man with the silver hair was the king. His features were dignified, and time had carved upon his face traces of calmness and wisdom. His deep green eyes seemed to penetrate to the heart, and made one afraid to look straight into them. He was tall and erect, and even when he simply stood, he exuded an air of unquestioned authority.
The king wore a dark gray shirt of a material that looked soft and expensive, but which was simple and dignified. When walking, his waist was straight, and every step was extraordinarily firm. As he advanced toward Klaus and Emily, a powerful aura emanating from the king filled the room, an almost tangible majesty that made Emily catch her breath involuntarily.
The interior of the room was also designed to reflect prestige and power. The walls were adorned with elaborate frescoes and portraits of ancestors, each inlaid with gold frames, displaying the history and splendor of the royal family. Heavy curtains hung from the great windows, slightly closed even in the daytime, shutting out most of the natural light and giving the room an air of mystery and solemnity.
The spacious rooms were furnished with exquisite furniture, each piece appearing ordinary yet crafted to order by a renowned artist. The large conference table at the center was surrounded by intricately carved chairs, and its surface was neatly arranged with documents and books, giving the impression that it was the King’s daily working environment.
The king paused before them, his gaze resting first on Klaus and then shifting to Emily. His gaze was deep and penetrating, as if it had the power to delve into the innermost recesses of the human heart.
In the presence of such surroundings and individuals, Emily felt her heart beat accelerate, and she realized that she was standing in the presence of someone who had the power to alter her fate. Despite this, she struggled to maintain her composure and steel herself for the next audience.
"I have come at your summons, Your Majesty," Klaus spoke, adopting the same respectful tone he had used when saluting the king.
"You’re supposed to be the bride from the South?" The king’s gaze swept quickly over Emily’s body.
"My name is Emily, and I’m from the Red Moon tribe in the south," Emily managed to say in a normal tone. As she had not yet learned the formal court etiquette, she could only execute an awkward curtsy to the king. Despite her efforts to be polite, she felt a mingling of discomfort and embarrassment.
The king, however, did not look at her again but instead said to her, "Stand down first."
"That’s it?" Emily couldn’t believe that she had been in the king’s presence for less than two minutes before he told her to retire.
"Wait for me outside," Klaus instructed Emily. "I’ll come to you when I’m done."
Emily nodded and slowly withdrew. She felt a sense of relief as she finally left the oppressive room.
Emily didn’t dare to go too far, so she paced the passage. Time passed, and Klaus didn’t emerge. Emily occasionally glanced in the direction of the door with some concern.
"Hey, bunny," a man’s voice said behind her. Emily turned to see the fair-haired man who had appeared at her wedding with Klaus. She remembered his name as Dyson.
He still looked courteous, wearing the same insincere smile on his face. His eyes were fixed on Emily, like a hunter on his prey, with a hint of cunning and avarice in them.
"Why are you here, little bunny?" Dyson asked, glancing after Emily. Then he seemed to understand something at once. A gleam of self-satisfaction appeared in his eyes, as if he rejoiced in Emily’s isolation for the moment.
"Looks like your husband is busy with something else," Dyson said, the corners of his mouth curling up. A certain intrigue seemed to be brewing in his eyes.
"Do you want me to stay with you for a while?" he asked, stepping closer to Emily.
