Fng King Age Novels & Stories

But why didn't King say anything when they went home together last time? Gadis's activities with King continue, by the way. Gadis can't refuse because King has so many ways to trap her. Although Gadis admits that King never misses a beat. What he says is acted out and it works. “I think he's senile. Kingkong is old, right?” Gadis glanced at the calendar on the wall of her room. To this very day, Gadis has not forgotten that King had aged. She chuckled at the memory of how every year King's birthday celebrations never went smoothly. Gadis never congratulated King, what was the point? King was just being normal, not teasing her, or at least Gadis wasn't angry all day, which was a blessing in i

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

Walter walked up to the king and gave him a slight head bow since he couldn't kneel and bow with me in his arms. I couldn't help but stare at the king. He was the first dragon I had seen who looked over 20. He looked like he was in his 40s, at least. Considering Walter was 371 and looked 20, I could only imagine how old the king was. When the king saw me in Walter's arms, a light smile appeared on his face, "So this is your famous daughter, then? I've heard many stories and rumours about her, and I even asked the crown princess to be here so we could both see this generation's greatest talent."

The victorian era, with all the designated wings? What made it worse was that it apparently belonged to Mr King's estranged son that she had no interests knowing but already knew quite a lot about, thanks to the other maids. Apparently, he was in his late twenties, unmarried and very handsome; something they made a point to repeat to her whenever the opportunity arose.

Xavier fidgeted, playing with his fingers like a chastised child. “Aiya!” The king slapped his thigh and stood up, towering over his son. “You’re already...how old are you now?” “Twenty-five,” Xavier replied meekly. The king’s shoulders sagged as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s good you still remember your age! Have you seen Prince Char Locetag? Humph! Girls are lining up to marry him! What about you? Don’t tell me you don’t have a girl in your heart?”

He was smiling at me and then said, “You have a bedroom suite right next to mine in my home.” Cocking my brow at him I growled, “That's very presumptuous of you.” Exiting the infirmary he chuckled. “Not really, the house was built that way before my existence.” Swallowing nervously I asked him how old he was. “I'm a young king, thirty-six,” he replied, and I nodded. Stepping beside him he glanced over at me. “How seasoned are you?” “Seasoned?” “Your age, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Oh, I am twenty-eight.”

He needed to butter her up before they started a family if he wanted her consent in this. He was in his early thirties and if not now when would he have children?

I asked, hoping I remembered his name right. "Livie showed me pictures of him holding his grandbabies. From what I know, he's about four hundred years old, and he looks like he's in his forties. If he was human, of course." I said, stating the obvious, making her chuckle. "Yeah. No kidding. Did you know he's best friends with the king of our region? The guy is what... three thousand years old! He looks like he's in his early thirties. And my goddess, he's so freaking sexy!" she says, making me chuckle.

It was in the air around him. I didn’t tell Fynn what I was feeling, but there was excitement growing in the pit of my stomach. I had watched Friedrich train during the day and he was the spitting image of his father. Tall and handsome. He will be a great king one day. I didn’t allow myself to think about the possibility that he might not even live that long thanks to the rate at which he grew. I just kept my mind on the good things we had. Fynn and I had been ruling the kingdom for over ten years. My parents were settled happily in their lives as retired rulers. Life was good.

Of course, she was only ten at the time, and myself only sixteen, so we were not able to be married until she became of age. When I reached the age of seventeen, my father: the King died. It was during a hunting trip to celebrate my birthday. It was something of a tradition for members of the royal family to go hunting for their birthday you see. Though that should be quite clear by how I often spent my birthdays doing just that. According to some of the other people there, they believed a stray arrow had caused my father's horse to rear up, and land on top of him. He was completely crushed by the beast, and the healers had told us that some of his broken ribs had pierced his lungs.