Chapter 172

　　Lucas' POV 　　That fucking duel of royal siblings made me sick. They smell like rotten old money, which, basically, smells like shit. Besides, they look like a pair of fucking porcelain dolls. So fucking fragile. I want to fuck both of them at the same time without lubrication until they fucking dropped dead on the floor. 　　"Is she alright?" Zackery asked me with concerns. 　　Fuck, no, she isn't alright, you fucking idiot. You fucking violated my woman by kissing her against her will and that's why she threw herself off from the fucking fifth floor. She's undead, but that doesn't mean she's a fucking rubber ball. 　　"She's doing a good job of recovering, Your Excellency," I said. "Please don't worry." 　　"I want to see her." He said and walked forward in a hurry. 　　I stopped him by standing in front of him and physically blocking his way. 　　"Your Excellency," I lowered my voice and said, "I don't think it's appropriate for..." 　　"What did you just say?" He raised his voice and asked. 　　E