Romans & histoires Daughters Of The King Book

I tell him, and he does without hesitation. Placing my sword on his right shoulder I say, “I dub thee twice, I dub thee a King. From this day forward, let no blade touch you, save that you reply with honor, courage, and prowess. We command you to succor the defenseless, seek justice for those of every station, and maintain the honor of your Order. I Queen Lamia of shifters, hereby grant you the title: of King of MacTire until your daughter Angelica comes of age then the kingdom will be passed to her returning MacTire to its true bloodline” I step back and look at my friend, whose head is bowed in silence. “Arise King Rhett Randall of MacTire.” Rhett stands, his mouth gaping open shocked at w

“Well, at least you had plenty more sons. I only had one, and you killed him.” “Is that why you’re here?” “I suppose you could say that. Losing my only son has forced my hand to seek more yielding paths.” He looks behind him, motioning someone forward. “Besides my only son, I had three daughters. This is my eldest, Florence.” A pretty woman with long, light brown hair and brown eyes steps forward and bows. “Lovely,” the King says. “Let us have breakfast, and then we’ll retire to my office where we’ll privately speak.”

With tambourines and harps providing lively accompaniment, they danced and sang in joyous harmony, their melodious voices filling the air. Among the revelers were the king's own daughters, born to his various queens. They twirled and leapt with abandon, their laughter and music intertwining in a vibrant celebration. The king, seated upon his majestic steed, gazed upon his daughters with paternal pride. One daughter in particular caught his eye, and he found himself dismounting from his horse, his fatherly affection getting the better of him. With a warm smile, he approached his precious child. She was the apple of his eye: Inayat, the cherished daughter born to him and his beloved Queen Dian

She trailed off, as realization struck her. It was not surprising to me. I was already guessing this to be the reality. “ Your father was King Mason Anasazi. The Former King of the Kingdom of the South and you are his seventh daughter. ” He revealed and paused to let it sink in. “ She is a Princess? ” Nora chimed, turning the grave atmosphere into a funny one. “ Oh, I have another Princess friend. That’s great. I am gathering Princesses like antique pieces from a famous shop. ”

He stared at them for a while before saying anything. " Looks like you all have entered quiet early today. " " Yes highness.... There is an important news we have to share. " One among the group said hesitantly. He stated at him and said. " You... Go ahead..." Without any delay he began to explain. " We have gotten a report of king Damiens first daughters awakening. " " It's is said that she have started to rule the sovier kingdom and have made great progress in improvement." " So..." He said.

he spoke out worriedly. Queen Suna walked up to his seat, she placed a hand on his left shoulder, a soft expression on her face, "What disasters are you talking about my king? She asked. King Fabian inhaled loudly, "Ten daughters of this kingdom died mysteriously overnight. Each one of them have the same symptoms on their skin and the people insist that they have a witch in their midst, they want me to help them find this witch and burn her on the stake" he narrated to her.

“Inspired by one of my beautiful daughters, from my fifth mistress.” People parted as a girl stepped forward—Kylan’s sister. She walked with her chin raised, a confident smile, and a notebook pressed to her chest. Her dark hair was in a sleek bun, and her fierce brown eyes never left the King. “Here you go, Dad,” she said, handing him the notebook. “Thank you for always being so supportive and appreciative of my work.” Kylan scoffed beside me. “Thank you, Kirelle,” the King answered. As she walked away, he stared at her back with a proud, real fatherlike smile. It was the same one he gave Kaelis when she went for her dress fitting.

Fangs: Alpha King Book 1 (COMPLETED) SYNOPSIS Born as the revered and respected daughter of Alpha Lester Fangs, Zane grew more and more domineering and proud. She had thought that as the only daughter of the alpha, her father would pass the throne to her. But the sudden appearance of another child, claiming to be her father’s child with his first love, became a problem. As the wedge between the two daughters grew, so as their hostility and the deep contrast of their characters shone.

With a wave of his hand, Kratos and Bia were already there, lifting me by the arms, and in a single breath they had me outside Seraphina’s temple. A heartbeat later I was on my knees in the doorway, pinned down. It was the same as it had been for five years: a mortal woman with no defense against the will of the King of the Gods. Seraphina felt the disturbance and came out. She wore pale gold, her face composed in that careful, divine pity she had perfected, and she glanced down at me with a delicate curl of disdain. “Mortals are so disgusting,” she sighed. “Faking her own daughter’s ashes for the King’s attention. But Nia was innocent, and since you’ve apologized, I won’t hold this against