Fng King Age Novels & Stories

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.

"In the Palace, I'm sure you know about the King." "Not much about him, but yes," Noelle replied. "He does not really show himself." "The King today is a young twenty-three-year-old man." Noelle and Asty looked at each other, astonished. "So young!" "Indeed. He was crowned five years ago, when the former King died. He was in a legal age, thankfully. " "Twenty-three. He's quite the powerhouse." Asty commented. "I heard from the farmers that he conquered the South in just two years. Was that true, Mrs. Pickinns?"

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.

“So, what do you propose King Martin?”, I say sitting in front of the two most powerful King. King Martin - King of South dynasty, strong, powerful, and most of all well-versed and experienced in ruling a kingdom since he was nineteen. And second King Monogary - King of the west, a plump man almost in his seventies, witty, smart, extremely cunning, and ready to pass his throne to his elder son, Prince Aaron.