Chief Eunuch The King's Affection Novels & Stories

He threw all the papers off his desk, as his eunuch appeared with a missive. "Better be good news." The eunuch smiled and poured tea for the king with a neutral air that was very relaxing in the face of ruined documents. "Your imperial mood will improve when you hear that crown prince has been found and returned to his manor?" Emporer Tong perked up immediately as he tore open the missive that the eunuch had brought. His mood soured as he recognized the cramped writing. The tone was mocking, but also reassuring. The emporer's expression twisted as he burned the missive and joined his hands together to think. He took the offered cup of tea from his servant. "Zaiyuan, you're a sly one wh

the Queen mumbled in her thoughts. Her thoughts drift to the shaman who had been exiled from the country for practicing black magic against the royal family. It was rumoured that she could do anything using her black magic. Seeing no other way, she immediately ordered her guards to bring the shaman to the palace. King Eun too was lost in his thoughts of not having any heir. King Eun was a man of few words, but the two traits his people liked the most about him were his selflessness, and love for his people. Of course, he's also conscientious, warm and determined, but they're tainted by and mixed with habits of being shallow as well.

I would please the King and then ask him about Aiden and Windsburn. It was ironic. I had previously dreaded such tasks. Every time I was summoned to this chamber, I felt ashamed. Cole had once said that if I knew how to please him, my life would be much better. I supposed he meant that being a concubine might be better than being a maid. The King could be generous when satisfied, but I had never managed to please him to his standards. I had always been awkward, conflicted, and difficult. I hoped that tonight would be different.

he said. As we entered the king’s chamber, I saw him lying there, motionless. I approached his bed cautiously, and as my hand brushed his forehead, I could immediately feel the heat radiating off him. He was burning up with a fever. I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, the man who had killed my family, who had caused so much pain. But here, now, he was nothing more than a broken, vulnerable king. Part of me wanted to end it. To strike while he was weak. But another part of me hesitated. Was this the moment I had been waiting for? Or was I meant to help him, despite everything?

he thought. “Crown prince?” asked the eunuch, as he saw the crown prince’s eyes opened. Crown Prince kept staring at the ceiling. The eunuch saw the tear that rolled down the side of his face. He gasped as the crown prince was indeed awake. He dropped the medicine in his hands and ran out the door. He was excited that the crown prince was alive and well. “Your majesty!” shouted the eunuch. The maids and servants once again looked at the emperor’s eunuch running through the palace halls again. Screaming and shouting for the emperor’s name again.

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

At this time, I simply began to feel pity for them as what seemed to be a thing of concern to them, did not scratch an inch of my mind again. One such maid, who seemed to be a major propagandist of the gist was Phyna, who was charged with cutting the vegetables. Phyna had a cousin, who was assigned to the Palace last year, and who relates to Phyna her experiences in the Palace. And now, Phyna just wouldn't stop gushing to the maid beside her, how much of a handsome dude the King was, much as how the ladies that did serve in his court, both the humans and werewolves, drooled in infatuation, around him, craving for his attention.

Yes, the king is allowed to have affairs with other women, but only if the woman was his concubine, and the king is allowed to have a concubine after marriage. "I'm sorry for speaking rudely about your upbringing princess Zara, I spoke without thinking," Gwen added, immediately. I guess she was scared of me exposing her affair. I didn't answer her but turned to face the council. "Can any of you tell me why it's so bad for women to take part in martial arts?" I questioned. "Your majesty, I'm Lord Charles, Lord of household affairs. May I speak? "You may speak Lord Charles," "If the women start to take part in what is meant for men, it is possible that they will start to challenge men and see

I try to convince myself he's not looking at me, though the scepticism lingers. Minutes pass, and a towering figure stands beside me – the appointed bodyguard. Meeting his gaze, I muster a nervous smile, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. "Your highness would like to buy you a drink." "I'm good, thanks. Already have one," I respond in a hushed tone. The guard straightens up, shaking his head at the King. In response, the King rises and strides purposefully toward us. Apprehension tightens within me; this encounter can't be fortuitous.