Every Queen Needs A King Romane & Geschichten

“Is this the behavior of future kings?” “We…” Carter began but trailed off. “What? What made you do this?” They exchanged glances again, but that was all the queen needed. She shook her head, looking utterly exhausted. “I need help,” she murmured. “We need a king.” “I’m sure the council will make a decision soon,” I informed her. She turned to me, a fierce glare in her eyes. “A proper one. As you can see, those two can’t move past their pettiness and think resolving things with their fists is the answer,” she snarled. “All because of a girl.”

“And what’s that exactly?” “Every good King needs a queen to rule by his side and to produce an heir that would take over leadership if something were to happen to said king.” “Okay?” I said, still not following. The corner of his lips twitched as he stifled a smile. “Which is where you come in, Anila,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’ll save your wolf… but first, I need you to be my queen.”

Those two are a pair of tornados rolling through anything in their path, but instead of destruction, they cause chaos with the parties they throw. "There was concern mentioned at the last territory meeting about this kingdom's lack of its queen. Her absence is felt in every corner of this country. The kingdom has never gone without a queen. Whether she was chosen by the king or chosen for him." my mother trails off, looking warily at me. I stay silent. So, she continues.

“This dirt floor is where you belong.” Clara, who was aggressively stomping on Keanna, calmed down slightly, catching her breath. Neil, who returned with a great injury, seemed different. Clara couldn’t believe he tossed her aside all because of one whore. He couldn’t become King without her family. She picked the best man to match with her. He’s supposed to be the King and the place beside him is hers. She couldn’t forgive Keanna for taking it from her. The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing.

"Yeah. You said something about the Red Dragon King and Queen." "Yes. And their kingdom has the upper hand against mine due to the fact that they have a king and queen. A dragon king's power is not complete without his queen by his side. They would have attacked me if it wasn't for the fact that the stars made a golden rule. No member of the kingdom was to come into combat of any form against the other." My chest tightened with this revelation. So this was why he wanted me to find my memories and rule by his side? Power?

I frowned, “sounds rather sad and lonely.” He chuckled, “I’d hardly call it lonely. But I am a King without a mate.” He made sure to meet my eyes with his own, “A Queen would have to prove herself to be an equal, quite a role to fill I’m sure you’d agree.” The way he looked me over made me feel like a layer of slime was coating my skin, but I smiled and gave him a nod anyway. “Forgive me,” Sophie spoke up, “but if you have no mate and no heir, who would take over you if something were to happen to you?”

then they will stop fighting queen:- do you have any idea. I think it impossible king:- I only think one way. and that one way is political marriage between you and me queen:- OK if it's for devil and God then I can do it king:- I am not forcing you. you can take divorce. from me whenever you want. because I don't like to use girl as tool like everyone do queen:- I think we don't need to take divorce king:- what is the meaning of this queen:- understand yourself

It looked at the purple eggs clinging to the walls, then at Maya. “The Queen is a mistake,” the King declared. “She has a heart. She is slow. She is weak. The Board of Directors wants a leader who does not feel pain or love.” “I’m not a leader,” Maya gasped. Forcing herself to her knees, she grabbed a sharp stone from the floor. “I’m just a girl. And this is my home.” The King’s laugh was cold and metallic. It raised its arm, and a hidden blade slid out, glowing with sick, purple heat.

"Although you seem to prefer slaves over noble women," Several laughed, but when I leaned forward, silence swept through the chamber. The smiles disappeared, and Hadrian spoke. "No one questions your private pleasures, my king. Werewolves have needs." Several "yeses" rang through. "But a king needs both a queen and a slave if he so wishes. Like we said, the kingdom is in need of an heir, and your people deserve to know who will one day succeed you." I slowly rose from my chair, pushing the boiling feeling beneath. Every council member straightened under the sudden suffocating aura. "If I ever need a queen..." I said, dragging each syllable. "I will be the one choosing, not you."

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.