Anna And The King Of Siam Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 37 Anna flipped the pages of the book in her hand, her eyes following every word, her lips pursed. She now sat in an outdoor garden from where she could see some of the guards and the servants who did their work. Anna couldn’t fully place her hands on it, but something was off. The air carried so much stiffness; even the workers didn’t bother to dwindle around. Like programmed robots, they minded their work. “Madam Anna,” she heard the soft feminine voice call her, and Anna instantly turned to see Chiara standing behind her, who gave her a bow. “Your lunch is ready.”

"She wasn't what I was expecting." "She wasn't what anyone was expecting." "She looks too ordinary." Anna snorted at the last comment. Did they expect her to look glamorous just because she was a Siromani? Well, they were in for the shock of their lives because the Annabelle Siromani was not like that.

The king stood up abruptly from his seat as he heard the news. “The vampires are here?" His face went pale in worry. The presence of the vampires only means one thing, death! “Get the soldiers ready to defend the people of Grenalia. Hurry up!" The king ordered. ★ “Thank you for the meal," Anna said, smiling to the servants that brought her breakfast and that of her husband's to the room. The maids smiled awkwardly but happily as they never expected a princess who also happens to be a queen to thank them for doing anything. This was their duties as maid and they were never the ones to look for appreciation because no one appreciates a maid.

Chapter 17- Petty Wetty Flamingo? . Annalise slept beside me after our conversation because I couldn't go back to sleep alone and so she had to read me a book before she fell asleep herself. I wondered how she could because Nayaki women were illiterates but she. Maybe the king allowed her because of their relationship.

Anna now realizes that she is immune to physical pain. Day after day passed again. Anna remained in that cell, cooped up, with her blood being drawn over and over again. Her wounds healed quickly, and even her tongue began to grow back, making everyone believe that she was indeed a witch. Until, exactly a month after Anna was locked up, the king let her out. She was led to an open field, under heavy guard, of course. There, the king and his family had gathered. And of course, there were the commoners. Anna wondered if she would be executed that day.

“But the King stopped Jaxian earlier when he grabbed me. He ordered him to let me go.” Senna’s lips barely moved. “The King has his own rules and plans. Maybe he wants to break you himself, maybe he wants to use you. Maybe he only reminded Jaxian who’s King. Don’t believe his kindness, it’s a trap. He’s a monster. They’re all monsters. The King is the biggest and the worst. He knows how to break a person like no one else.” I looked around the kitchen. The other servants were cleaning but didn’t look at me or Senna. They all looked the same, empty eyes, slow movements, broken. They had learned the rule of endurance. They had become invisible. They accepted their lives were not their own.

He placed both hands on the side of his head, screaming, then finally collapsed. He dreamt of everything. When he first met his wife. Her father, the king of Neba, had been against it heavily, saying that there was something about him that he didn't like. The king of Pres couldn't blame him. He knew he was an ambitious lot, but he loved Neba's princess dearly. Anna. That was her name. Princess Anna. She was the most beautiful princess in all the four kingdoms. The kindest, the nicest, and the most playful. She was a bit naïve, but not too much, and despite her father's disagreement against her relationship with her, he still went ahead to allow her to marry him.

Aphrodite’s POV "Madam, the hot water is ready," Anna came in quietly, bending over to report. I slouched on the sofa covered with fine brocade and paid no attention to her. Now I'm not the poor woman shivering in bed in my stupid quilt. After King Nuri showed interest in me, I moved out of the shabby little room.

My mouth began to water at the smell of cooked meat and dinner rolls. When everyone saw the King walked in the room, they all stopped for a second to give a quick bow or bare their neck to him but returned to their work. “Annika.” Within seconds, a beautiful young lady wearing a dark blue dress and a white apron appeared before the king, giving him a curtsy. She had thick brown hair tucked neatly in a bun. She was beautiful, despite the four-inch scar going down the left side of her face, over her eye. “Yes, King Conri?” The king waved a hand in my direction.