Bow Before The King Novels & Stories

Silence befell the land as everyone was on their knees, heads touching the ground. The wind howled, dancing around us having me afraid it would blow me away. We stood there, my heart drumming as I held on to the king who stood straight, his eyes taking all who bowed before him. You would not understand how great and insane this was. This was treason at it’s best, members of other species kneeling for a king that was not theirs. This was history itself.

As soon as the doors opened, all in that room stood up on their feet, their knees hitting the floor as they bowed to the king. The king stepped forward, walking ahead and he looked like a God. Each step he took was as if he was walking into heaven. He was a man that carried himself with such pride and dignity. I felt compelled to bow to him and worship him. I watched his back flex, the muscles showing even under the shirt. I was sure that there was none other like him.

Others hesitate but hesitation is a luxury no one can afford now. Rogues raise their blades and suddenly everyone is bowing. Even Beta John. Tears cut tracks down his face shame and survival tangled tight. This wasn’t the time to let pride step in the way. Father chuckles, stepping his foot onto the back of a villager, grinding his face into the dirt. He stands taller drunk on victory until Zain speaks… stalking toward me like a patient predator. “ The order applies to you too, my Queen. Bow your head in front of your new King.”

This is strange. "Dad, I wasn't expecting you." I hug him tight. "My King!" Edmonton bow in reverence while the King's stare binds with that of Maryline "My King," she bows immediately as she realises herself. "Let's get in, I guess you must be tired. You have to refresh and rest." we walk in to the throne room. "No time to rest, son. We have to prepare our plan of attack." The King sits at the head chair of the woody dining table while we sit on the side benches.

"You still don't get it, do you?" When no reply came, Stefanos sighed, nodding his head. "Fine." The smirk in the Kings face began to falter as the sound of bones crushing and snapping reached his ears. Groans and moans escaped, making the King stumble backwards before he fell back on his butt, staring with horror evident in his eyes. "Sire..." Wraya muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy in his veins. He felt proud. For there stood Stefanos in his full glory, black fur shining lustrously as he growled threateningly at the King, his large figure dominating everyone else.

I had hope trent would use my suffering as a way to motivate the humans. I stood on display for about 15 mins. Until I heard trumpets, rolling my eyes then looking at the main door the king walked in after someone announced his name. Like Seriously doubt it was necessary to announce his name, since everyone here knew him and his son. Everyone bowed as a sign of respect, even the human but that was because of the power he gave off. I however didnt bow or feel the need to. Matt jerked on my chain reminding me to behave and to bow. I ignored him with a smirk and looked back at the king without bowing yet he looked right at me with a smug grin.

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”

torchlights bobbing between the thorn breaks. Six banners. Dozens of riders. Priests shivering in gold-threaded cloaks they'd have to burn before the orchard roots would drink their secrets. Elric braced his bow across his knee, stump pressed into the snow to keep from trembling when the hush slipped down his spine. "They don't look like kings." Cassius snorted. "They look like the orchard's next meal." Selena crouched behind the brine pit rim, Kieran's breath warm at her nape when he leaned close enough for the hush to curl around them both. "Do you see him?" he rasped. She did. The new king , pale and wide-eyed, crown stitched into the collar of his cloak instead of resting on his skull.

Without hesitation, he moved to the other side of the screen, extending a long arm… In that instant, their eyes met. Caleb, whose arm was grabbed and whose right shoulder was partially exposed, responded in surprise, "Your Majesty!" Not bothering to cover himself, he immediately lowered his head in a bow. George's sharp brows furrowed deeply, his dark eyes stormy as though a tempest had suddenly descended. "Are you alone?" Caleb was puzzled. "Yes, Your Majesty." At that moment, Steven entered the room and saw the king gripping the disheveled Caleb of the Foster family. The king's expression looked as though he was ready to devour someone alive.

Their dancing feet slowed as all eyes fixed towards the gilded entrance doors flung suddenly open. A severe-looking herald in royal livery strode forward. With a brazen flourish, he slammed the butt of his ceremonial staff upon the parquet floor, the crack echoing loudly. "May I present to Her Royal Majesty, Queen Anastasia Katerina Alina Romanov, sovereign ruler of Volhovnia!"