All The King's Men Novels & Stories

His entire world had narrowed to this patch of mud and the closed gate. Finally, with a groan of heavy wood and iron, the gate opened. Not a servant, not a guard. The King himself stood there, his royal robes a stark contrast to Kael’s disheveled state. He looked at Kael, at the mud staining his clothes, the pallor of his face, the unwavering determination in his eyes. The King stared for a long, silent moment. He saw not a disobedient subject, but the ghost of his oldest friend, Aldric, in the son’s eyes. He saw the same stubborn, fatal loyalty. He exhaled a deep, heavy breath, a sound of surrender.

We did not need to be introduced and those that did not know who we were, soon would. I took little glance at Ace, he held his head high and his face was expressionless. I'm really starting to like the man. Before we entered the main ballroom which was full of various people, KC gave a small slip to the announcer and my eyes scanned the room. I knew a lot of the people here. Lots of egotistical, sexist jerks. Murderers, drug lords, tycoons. The room itself was glamorous, Lucious sure went all out. The tall room was draped in gold and red banners. Chandeliers lit up the room, the roof being ordained in murals and paintings.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

Tessa frown, they all tried to question Allison and Lucan but they didn't say a word. "We tried to talk to them, but they refused to talk" King Len smiles "That is the good thing about being king my dear, no one can refuse anything if I command them to talk" he says and walk out with Jarek and Tessa follows quickly

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

"Or maybe they just hate each other. Either way, my advice? Stay out of the splash zone. Cain seems like he’s being nice to you, especially with that study group thing, but just be careful. People like that don't do things for free." I sat with that for a long time after she left. I thought about Cain’s face in the seminar room. I thought about the way he laughed when I made a joke about the renal system. It had felt real. But then again, a good actor makes everything feel real. That’s the whole point of the performance.

Viktor pronounced warmly, the chapel echoing applause. "And with this ring and all my soul, I again take and cherish you as my beloved husband and king," Amy repeated softly.

She swallowed and raised her trembling hands to sign some god knows what shit but before she could even bring herself to move a finger, a warrior burst inside the tent, his condition in a disarray as he struggled to breathe. He was a Walton warrior. She didn't even get the chance to take a breath when the warrior struck her with another 'heart failing' news. "My King, King Leo, and King Adrian are indulged in a serious rumpus." He said and Sasha's eyes doubled in size. King Adrian was the King of the Clover Kingdom. She knew he had a beef with her brother but to think they would openly go on a rumpus right before the war was absurd. She shifted her gaze back on Ragnar and noticed how rigid h

He hastens the pace of his actions in order to empathize with Emaline. Alaric empathized with her, feeling the same emotions she did when she was upset. He was acutely attuned to the slightest shifts in his beloved's emotional state, experiencing them with a depth and intensity that surpassed even her own. The aides and staff of the King were ever vigilant, their watchful eyes trained on their leader. The king issued a command for the vehicles to be readied.