Contracted To The Uncrowned King Novels & Stories

Because he is one of those who were and still are loyal to King Edward When the king stopped speaking, another voice had to support him and betrayed the former King Edward by speaking. "And you know very well that you have made a permanent pledge of allegiance, which was passed down in the family one by one before you inherited the position of Subordination to the royal family, right?” The Vice President of the Council, the second envoy, spoke , She tries to make her voice cold, and tries to make him feel weak, because since there is no legitimate king sealed by the gods, the job of servant of the king has been suspended until the sealed heir is found, and this has made him really suffer all

Mason interjects “Is that Crimson was her mate until she rejected him. And this is where it gets complicated – Now, in order for her to be crowned queen she must have found her mate or taken a chosen male. Crimson is locked into a blood contract with Gillian, the daughter of an asshole Lord who holds many councilmen and other ranking lords in his pocket. At the end of Crimson’s yearlong contract to Gillian, if he wants to contest the right to the throne he must challenge Princess Tawny,” “I see…” Tristan processes. “So, either way, you have until the contract is up before you or this Kolby Crimson can effectively be named king or queen.” “Correct,” I state again. “And I thought Hunji’s situa

“I am offering land,power and legacy.” It was more like — “offer me a girl for my crippled,spoiled brat, or I’ll take something worse…your lives for example”! No one stepped forward. Of course they didn’t.Who wouldn't look out for themselves?! Because everyone knew who the nephew was and what he was capable of. And when the silence dragged too long, the king smiled.“Then we’ll leave it to chance.” Fun fact-there was nothing random about fear.There was nothing random about forcing every unmarried girl’s name onto those cursed pieces of parchment.And then my little sister turned out to be the unlucky one?!

Frost's hand once again froze on my feet and I glanced down to see that sweat was stating to coat her forehead and her shoulders were tense. "What exactly is your plan?" I asked as I lifted my eyes back to Uncle Dom. "The Kingdom doesn't have a King. The sick girl might be playing King for now but it's only a matter of time before the people decide enough is enough. You're the first brother of the King which mean the throne is rightfully yours when Barlion dies. He has no hair to pass it down to and a woman can't have a King's crown. Barlion might not be dead but we don't have to wait until they announce his death. You can always take the throne by council vote. When Barlion finally decides

“Impossible is not a word that exists for me. I don’t care about the way you were sold or who sold you to me but what concerns me is the present, so pay attention to me carefully,” “My fiancee and I have attempted to have a child for some time now without success. After speaking with the pack’s seer, he explained that my fiancée would only conceive after a powerful Lycan from the royal bloodline carried my first offspring. You have no reason to panic though, my fiancée consented to this.” I settled onto the sofa behind me, crossing my legs as my eyes travelled down her body. “You simply need to conceive, deliver the baby, and once you finish nursing the baby, the child will be taken from you

“It’s a disgrace to turn his back on all these children.” “The sad part is that he’s not even aware of his own ignorance.” “He’s clearly paranoid about his brother trying to take his crown. Not once in all these years has he attempted such a thing.” I winced internally at that comment. That opinion might come back to bite me in the butt. “This is exactly why Alpha Nightshade is referred to as the Uncrowned King. He’s the one who figured out how to take care of all these people.”

Elric was born a minute before Yrra, but she got the crown because he turned it down, saying he didn’t like his father’s rule of getting a wife. “Your kingdom is located at the center of the map,” I hurried to say before their well-known bickering began. “No one gets from kingdom to kingdom without passing yours. I want you to work for me as my extra eyes and ears. There is something going on that concerns the Zaxonian silver, and I want to get to the bottom of it.” “What do you want us to do?” Yrra asked, taking a sip of the contents of my glass.

His husky voice filled my hearing sense as he whispered low, and close into my ears, making the hair at the back of my neck stand in response. I tried my best to maintain my composure, focusing on the task at hand. My role tonight was just to appear as nothing more than a meek, obedient girl—beautiful enough to distract his uncle, and lead him to his damnation. According to Thane, his uncle had returned to the kingdom after he had gone for many years, claiming the throne as his birthright. Thane could have killed him by himself, of course, but a bold murder of royal blood would definitely stir whispers, maybe even rebellion amongst the chieftains. The king couldn't afford that, he wanted thi

“I told you I didn't want to be disturbed until noon.” Marco didn't shrink back. Instead, he stepped into the office and placed a tablet face-up on my desk. “We have a problem, Don. A massive one. It’s trending globally.” I walked over, leaning over the desk to look at the screen. The moment my eyes hit the bold, unforgiving font, the breath left my lungs. RUNAWAY PRINCE FOUND: HEIR TO THE THRONE SPOTTED IN UNDERGROUND NEW YORK TRYST. Beneath the headline was a crystal-clear, high-definition photograph from the dance floor.

It would be a key. High above in the Royal Palace, the atmosphere was far more frigid. Althea stood at the head of the Council Table, her hands clasped firmly behind her back. Before her sat twelve men in heavy velvet robes, led by Lord Corvis and the Duke of Westfall. The Duke looked smug, his fingers tapping rhythmically on a thick parchment scroll bound in red wax. "The Regents have spoken, Majesty," the Duke said, his voice oily. "The Southern Borders are restless. The people want the stability of a King. This contract is not a suggestion; it is the will of the State."