Why Does The Fool Betray The King In King'S Fool?

In our tenth year together, the King of the Gods, Aetheon, threw the grandest wedding I had ever seen on the peak of Mount Olympus. And at the ceremony itself, he calmly told me he had cheated on me. "Go on with the rite, or stop it right now. It's your call." He swirled the wine in his cup, bored. He told me that just before the ceremony began, he had sex with a mortal girl. The world went cold around me. I stared up at the king standing high above me. "Do you love her that much?" His brow creased slightly, as if he thought I was making too much of it. "Not really. She's a fragile little mortal, nothing more." "You've just been so proper, so well-behaved these past ten years. Never a flaw I could find. It was interesting, for once, to be adored by someone who didn't know any better." He turned the thunder ring on his finger as if none of it mattered. "Don't worry. If you choose to go through with the ceremony, you'll still be my queen—no question. And if you want to throw a fit about it, fine. Throw your fit. I won't stop you." I stood frozen on the altar platform. I had waited ten years for this day. And now the perfect ceremony in front of me pressed down on my chest until I couldn't breathe.

She was his weakness. They never knew she was his secret. ————————————————— For four years, Elowen Vayne carried the weight of a marriage that was killing her. They called her sickly. They called her a poor excuse for a Luna. They never asked why a healthy young noblewoman wasted away in her own house — and she never told them, because she didn't know. Her husband Alpha Doran Blackwood knew. He had paid a hedge-witch to bind his wolf debt to his wife's body, dumping years of unpunished sin into the woman the pack pitied. Every cruelty he committed, Elowen carried. Every life he took, she paid for in fevers and nightmares she could not explain. When Doran finds his fated mate — beautiful, ambitious Selene — and rejects Elowen in front of the entire pack, the binding shatters. Everything Doran forced her to hold comes roaring home to him, and everything that was hers comes home to her. She collapses in the courtyard. The pack laughs. Then the Lycan King arrives. King Vaelor of Velmoria has spent twenty years on a throne that was never supposed to be his, ruling in the long shadow of his older brother — Crown Prince Castien, murdered the night of his coronation. He is the most feared man in the kingdom. He has never loved a woman. He came to Ironbough Pack to find the source of a dark binding his witches had been tracking for two years. He found a half-dead noblewoman in the dirt with two heartbeats and his dead brother's eyes flickering behind her own. He carries her home without a word. Will she survive long enough to become herself? And when she does, will the Lycan King kneel for her — or fight her for the crown?

"Look at me properly and try to remember." He implored her, his silvery eyes boring into hers. Maya raised her nervous eyes to meet his. Searching her head, she tried to remember where she may have met this man before. As she stared at him, a sense of familiarity began to settle. Those eyes... she'd seen them before. Where has she seen them? One by one, the images came. The pictures from a time she had forgotten. She had helped someone with eyes just like this. Still in his embrace, a daunting realisation began to set in. She'd met this man before. Long before he even dreamed of being a king... **************** A tyrant king conquers a kingdom so he can get married to her forgotten princess. People expect a marriage filled with strife and everything but none of that happens. Instead he treats her right, worships her and kisses the very ground she walks on. Why is that? People wonder. The reason is quite simple. Years ago, the same princess had saved his life from the bitter hands of death when he was betrayed by his half brother, the crown prince of Madonia.

In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, love was never meant to be her destiny — it was her weapon. At twenty, Lidia Moretti thought she had already faced the worst life could offer — losing her mother young, enduring her aunt’s cruelty, and surviving years of silence. But when her uncle trades her to the most feared mafia boss in Italy, her life takes a turn darker than her nightmares. Bruno DeLuca, known as The Ice King, built his empire on control, vengeance, and an oath never to feel again. Women feared him. Men obeyed him. Love was a weakness he buried long ago. Until Lidia walked into his home — fragile, defiant, and utterly forbidden. What begins as a cruel arrangement turns into something dangerously intoxicating. Bruno can’t stay away from her. Lidia can’t escape him. Their worlds collide in a storm of passion, lies, and unspoken truths. But behind the walls of luxury and lust lies a deadly secret — one that ties them both to a past soaked in blood. When Lidia discovers she is the missing daughter of the mafia godfather, and Bruno learns he is the bastard son of his greatest enemy, their love becomes a war that could destroy the entire underworld. In a life built on oaths, one will break to protect her… and the other will burn everything to avenge her. She was sold as a pawn. He made her his queen. Together, they’ll rewrite the laws of power, loyalty, and love. “The King’s Broken Oath” is a dark, romantic, and emotionally charged mafia saga — where passion is dangerous, vengeance is seductive, and love is the deadliest game of all.

“If I am nothing more than a tool meant to satisfy your desire for another woman… then you will never truly have me.” His eyes darkened. “You will marry me, even if you despise me.” The words were not a request. They were final. Hated by the man she was once promised to, who now looks at her with nothing but contempt… and abandoned by her father and brothers, who chose her sister over her without hesitation… She becomes nothing more than a political asset—something to be traded, controlled, and used for alliance. But this time, she refuses to be reduced to a sacrifice. This time, she decides she will choose her own fate. That decision draws the attention of the King of Ardos— a ruler feared across kingdoms for his ruthless power and absolute authority. To him, she is not a bargaining piece. She is a fixation. A woman he intends to bind to his world, keep within his reach, and make impossible for anyone else to take away. A union born from politics soon turns into something far more dangerous— a battle of will, control, and desire neither of them fully understands. And beneath it all, something begins to shift… Because she is not as breakable as they believe. And he is not as in control as he pretends to be.

Ruling his land with all his heart, he did no wrong but ended up falling his reign for a sin he never did. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, do he really deserve to recieve such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved… your people whom you cherished… your knights and warriors whom you sharpened… such a great present to receive…” Not a curse to bless upon them who have wronged him, not a words begging for his life, on his last breathe, the king accepted his fate. 'I have gave them what I can give. What kind of a ruler am I if I would hurt those whom I serve?' With the hands of his own child, the prince of the kingdom, his life ended in a flash. The last thing he can hear was the shouting of people, celebrating as if it was something to look forward. As he saw such sight… his eyes lit no light of hope… Huff huff huff “Good thing you are finally awake, hurry up before the others empty the bins” “Where… am I?“