A Tale Of Three Kings 소설 & 이야기

“You may rise.” With that order, Keanna lifted her head from the ground and looked at the King. She was completely frightened, as she had spent the last three years avoiding him, and here he was standing in front of her. “Oh my,” he started, his voice sounding a little amused. “I had no idea there was such a beautiful girl like you in the harem.” he observed her some more and turned to his advisor to ask who she was.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Country of Balewen, Wikerstone Manor-- The ladies in waiting alongside Minister Wikerstone's youngest daughter gossiped freely while having their afternoon tea. Word had spread in less than a day that the General had returned and has now assumed the position of King. Everyone in the kingdom knew just how powerful the general was and for him to ascend the throne did three things to the citizens of Nydisia. Those that hoped to oppose him, hid in their own shadows. Those that hoped to gain his favour, continued to seek it. And those that hoped to be his wife, were more determined than ever now that he was King.

I lie in bed listening to Damon and Kieran still arguing in the hall. Being queen to three kings. This is my life now. And somehow, I'm starting to think I can actually do this.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

Wrapped in Alexander's arm, I tried my best not to look at the people that were standing in front of us. Three gruffly men who eyed me like I was a piece of candy were in a heated conversation with the king. "Don't overstep your boundaries Jeff." Alexander warned in an icy tone. The man named Jeff scrunched his nose. "And what boundaries are those? I didn't do anything wrong." This Jeff guy was talking to the king of Devon as if he were some messenger. I wasn't too surprised though.

Aidan explains where I have to sigh a little, speaking with my father right now is something I can’t do. “Wish I could but with everything, it’s not possible at the minute.” I say looking down a little, I knew coming here would bring up some feelings, but I didn’t think it would be right out of the gate! “I just need to know, did the King do this to me because of what he read in a fairytale book?” I ask which was the biggest question, I knew Emmett had already explained that and the stories did sound so familiar, but I guess there was still a hint of doubt in my mind. “That’s correct, The Kings Apprentice, I believe the story is called. I had never heard of it before you were born, but it’s

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.