Fng King Age Novels & Stories

I noticed that in this 12-seat royal table, there are three unoccupied seats. The ball will be starting soon, but I haven’t seen a sign of that intimidating lady. As he wore his crown, I observed his features. The king must be somewhere in his fifties. He has his caramel-blond hair in a formal haircut, matching his thick beard and eyebrows. His pair of hazel eyes are of a regal bloodline. However, he has a full-figured body that is quite questionable for his age. “Father,” A woman from afar, shouted as she strolled towards our table.

She said and the girl bobbed her head before leaving the hall. "How old are you?" Fiona asked the guy who gulped. "29, my queen." He responded and Fiona's jaw clenched. "You do realize you'll die next year and you want a baby? You liar! You won't be able to see your baby before you'll be slaughtered. You just wanted to sleep with that girl," Fiona hissed sharply and that man gulped as sweat trickled down his forehead. "No, my queen-" "Shut up!" She snapped. "What's your age lady?" Fiona asked the woman. "29," She replied and now Fiona was full-on fuming.

[NEW DATA] [Name: Keenan Matthew] [Pseudonym: King] [Age: 56 years old] [Title/position: Chairman of the Black Organization] [Stamina: 80-100%] [Skills: 60-100% [Action Points: 1500] [Victory Points: 2800] Arsenio widened his eyes, just in time to read the Action Points and Victory Points that the 56 year old man had. 'Unlucky! It turned out that the old man had a lot of Action points and Victory Points. How do I beat him? Really, I didn't take it into account until here.' Arsenio cursed in his heart and felt anxious at the same time.

"I do not play for show, Your Majesty." The king's laughter was short and surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within Gwen. Then he moved closer, standing before her with an ease that belied his regal stature. "How old are you?" He asked, his tone curious. Gwen was taken aback by his question, her brows furrowed in confusion. What did her age have to do with her ability to play the piano? Did he doubt her skill because of her youth? Despite her reservations, she answered obediently. "Seventeen, Sir."

He snickered, “old man.” A small frown settled on my lips before I could stop it. “He’s not old,” I said softly, almost defensively. I didn’t know why the words came out, I had no reason to defend the King. But to be quite honest, I wasn't expecting his Majesty to be thirty. I was actually expecting him to be around twenty five-seven-ish, and the prince to be about a year or two younger. The prince raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease me further. He simply nodded. “Of course you would think that. He’s your mate, after all.”

"The heart occasionally knows before the brain takes it." I instinctively turned aside. "That's not exactly what's going on." The elderly man refrained from argument.Rather, he approached the fireplace and stared into the flames. Many minutes went by in silence, then I let curiosity take over. "What kind of person is Kael?" I asked and Rowan grinned. "At twenty-one, he became king." I blinked in surprise. "That's young." "Too young," he said and wore a solemn look. "He saw his parents pass away."

She was in deep thought about the death of King which was rather surprising. Elena believed that the death of King was not because of age and in her theory, King was indeed old but not too old to die. She had read up the historical background of the family she was joining soon as the book had been given to her by Carl and had discovered that by record, King is the youngest person to die as a leader. All previous leaders had stayed up to their late ninety and even early hundreds too. While she was still in thought, she heard the knock on the door and went on to check up the person. “Hello Elena” Carl’s voice came through upon opening the door “Can I come in?” he asked

I argue. “I’m a man, Miss. Keep callin’ me a fuckin’ boy; I’ll prove it wrong,” he says as he grips my chin. “Be ready, Miss, I won’t give in,” he states. “King, I’m twenty-eight. How old are you?” I ask. “Nineteen, babe, age ain’t a factor in this; there’s only two things that matter, and we’re facin’ each other,” he argues before lowering his head and kissing my neck. A whimper claws at my throat, trying to escape.

“It’s darn right chauvinistic the way women are looked down on in this kingdom, and I have only been here for two days.” “You are not wrong, granddaughter, not wrong at all. Which is why, Cambiador needs someone like you and Kolby – Youngblood to bring us into the future, to make our kingdom strong again. I am an old man and I have ruled for ninety years. Far too long for a king to sit on the throne.” He laughs at himself, and I can only focus on the fact that he has been in rule for ninety years. “How old are you?” “I am one hundred and twenty-three years old.” He announces proudly.

She laughed, “Good; better than Jeetendra, but you are too young for these kinds of stage-shows.” She thrust the notes into my hand. I looked at the currency notes in my hand. King Birendra was staring at me through his spectacles, and His Majesty didn’t look pleased at all. “And how old is Your Royal Highness?” I asked. “All of twenty,” she replied smugly. “Which month?” I persisted. “June.” “I was born in March so I am older,” I said defiantly. “Okay my lord and master; now shall we have something to munch?”