Contracted To The Uncrowned King Novels & Stories

Rowan asked. She shook her head. “They moved too well. Too organized.” Kael exchanged a glance with Elara. An army. “Who leads them?” he asked. The envoy hesitated. “None that we saw… but they carried a black standard marked with a broken crown.” Elara felt Mira’s warmth suddenly too fragile in her arms. Kael’s voice dropped. “That symbol died a century ago.” Rowan looked between them. “You know it?” Kael nodded once. “The Crownless King. A warlord who believed bloodlines should rule absolutely. He hunted gifted children.”

This is uncle's som - Fedinand Villadona The currebr crown peince of this land, I loked around again to see if uncle areuved here but unfortunately, he didn't. He must have been so busy for the bational affairs that's why it's just his son who came to welcome us. Calix and I went to leave the ship immediately after the knughts left and I plastered a good smile on me of course

Bea frowned then after a few seconds she burst out laughing. "You do know that that's not the way to make friends, don't you?" she laughed. "I don't need friendships with extra lip service. I need loyalty through binding contracts." After the 'Erden incident', I think that it is safe to say, Vivanna and I aren't so different, we were both playing jesters to a vicious audience. I have no intention of trusting anyone, not without a contract. Thank goodness I had paid considerate attention to the King's dealings. That cold-hearted man trusted no-one. Unlike his charismatic son, he bound his subjects to one-sided contracts that were activated by dark spell caster mages.

“Is that supposed to help me?” My uncle smiles. “Well, I’m trying, but you know I’m not good at things like this.” He puts his hands on my arms and lightly squeezes. “I’ll go back to my normal agent talk, then. Go out there and do the job that needs to be done. Follow our guidelines and, no matter what, protect the crown at any cost. Okay.” A faint smile appears on my face as I nod. “I got it.”

The warm, steady pulse of the ancient royal energy hummed contentedly beneath my skin, completely in sync with the soft heartbeat of the child growing inside me. Cassian didn't look at the lords. He pulled a thick document out from his coat pocket. It was our contract. The parchment was slightly worn at the edges, bearing my neat signature at the bottom alongside the official wax seal of the Alpha King. "Your Majesty," Lord Vance, a senior elder, spoke up cautiously. "Now that the traitorous faction has been removed, we must formalize the custody and guardianship terms of the unborn heir under the original surrogacy agreement…"

By midday, every noble house within the palace had been summoned to the Grand Hall, where the king stood before the assembled court with Karl at his right side. Without ceremony or hesitation, the Alpha King formally declared Karl the new Crown Alpha, his voice echoing across the chamber as he announced that the kingdom could not afford an heir whose loyalty had been compromised by personal attachment. The nobles exchanged surprised glances before one by one lowering their heads in acceptance. Whether they genuinely supported Karl or merely feared opposing the king no longer mattered. The decision had been made, and everyone present understood that challenging it would only place them in dan

“Wow! So does Uncle Cedric have one?” He shook his head lightly. “No my love, only the legal heir that is meant to inherit the throne has it. It’s called the mark of kings.” He explained. “But— but how’s that possible? That only one child has the mark and the others Don’t? “Well legend has it that a war broke out when a prince that was born out of wedlock tried to forcefully claim the throne. He claimed to be the rightful heir because he was raised in the palace but the people refused....

I walked into the feat room and I felt anger consumed me. “Who is responsible for this?!.” I asked and they all got off their seats, some prostrated while some bowed. It all depended on their rank but there was one who didn’t. I stared at him with anger in my eyes. How dare he. “Bow!!!.” I instructed and I saw him reject my words. “The king has refused to get married, so I shall become the king!.” With Zemia absent and the fact he was single without a wife was something that shook his throne but with Alora kk the picture everything became clear and easier.

"But the current king. The king that stands on his throne only because he murdered his brother, wants to break away from our sacred traditions and change the way we've always done things. He wants us, the nobility... to stand by while a so-called council of peasants take decisions in our place. Tell me! Where will this stop? Will the next king give his crown to the peasants? Will our children be ruled not by noble, divine blood, but by some farmers that are liked by others below them? This is absurd! And for that reason, what are we going to do tonight is not treason! It's a natural response to the king's betrayal of our old laws!" Lysa almost laughs. The logic behind this explanation is so

It was this delusion that played a cruel joke on the royal family. No sooner had the golden crown descended on the head of the newly-made king than the maskinian army crossed the southern border of Littai and moved towards the capital, plundering all the cities they met on the way. Due to a split in the military-political elite, Marner the First failed to mobilize all his forces in time and give a worthy rebuff to the enemy. Ordinary people were powerless before the magicians of fire.