For King And Country Wife Dies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

I murmured. The king had just died… “The king’s death can’t possibly be more important than my wife’s birthday,” Bradon said with a mischievous smirk. I stared speechless at his face as he began smiling at me. –To be continued…

the king furrowed his brows. Lavana nodded, "She was really passionate about it. She... she wasn't dressed like this," "Are you answering my question properly or not?" the king's sceptre appeared in his hand. "Your majesty, I indeed know her," Lavana nodded. "Do you know that my beloved wife is dead?" Hearing this, Lavana gasped, "What? That's terrible. Who would do such a thing? Even if one looks abnormal, they're still human-like. Why would anyone kill her?" Lavana looked tearful.

"King Carl of Everton do you take Princess of Azrael as your wife and queen?" Carl sighed, thinking. I can't believe, I'm marrying this annoying Princess. After a few seconds, he replied "I do" Zara scoffed. What took him so long to reply. She should be the one thinking. After all, she was the one marrying such an arrogant person. "Princess Zara of Azrael do you take king Carl of Everton as your husband and king." Zara rolled her eyes. "I do" "I now pronounced you husband and wife, and also king and queen. You may now kiss the bride."

“Heard he passed away some decades ago.” “What happened to him?” I frowned as I stared at her. Menah only shrugged as she turned. “No one knows-" her voice dropped to an even lower whisper. “-but his wife was soon to follow.” My eyes followed as she pointed to a portrait some distance beside it, I stared at the smiling woman with luscious silver hair, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me she was the former Queen, the crown on her head seemed to shine through the canvas, her smile cool.

— she said, a little sad. —Did you say he was? — I asked her in dismay. —Yes, my dear, he died murdered 21 years ago; it was a great pain for our people to lose him that way. He and his wife were a happy couple, she was the love of his life, and he was everything for her. they were going to be the next king, but tragedy intervened, and he died —she told me very sad. —What sadness that the death of one of them separates a great love and what happened to his wife? — I asked her, but I could tell she became uncomfortable and avoided answering me.

•GIA• Days after Anna’s death, it felt like time stood still. There was a void inside my heart that nothing but death could fill. I was married to Mario, the most ruthless man I’ve ever known. He made my life a living hell. Because of him, I considered ending my life and dreamt of death. I was a walking corpse and gave up on trying to escape from him. He owned my life, and there was nothing or anybody that could do to help me get away from him.

I murmured and cried but just then Martha rushed in breathing heavily. “What’s wrong Martha?” I questioned in fright, “The ... .the…” she stuttered, making me more furious. “Speak to me!!!” I yelled rushing up to her shaking body. “Martha please talk to me.” “The king…the king is dead.” That can be!!! Why did the king ever have to die at that moment? That was when all the trouble began.

The old lady shook her head and sighed. Emma chuckled and didn't say anything. She knew that, in reality, Princess Christina and her previous husband had a deep affection for each other. Despite the husband's physical weakness, he excelled in literature, calligraphy, and painting. He was considerate and noble, and together with the Princess, they seemed like a perfect couple. Those who harbored petty jealousy and spite toward talented individuals essentially used falsehoods and fabrications as a cover. Later, when the husband passed away, Emma overheard the Queen inadvertently reveal that he hadn't died due to tuberculosis... "Yes, Princess Christina truly deserves sympathy," Emma nodded as

"You knew my husband?" It has been so long since anyone has spoken of him. Everyone in the palace wants to bury his memory, especially the King. He nods his head, solemnly. "I fought alongside him. He was a great warrior and an honorable man. He talked about you often. He wasn't lying when he described your beauty." I feel the blush returning, but it is extinguished by the heaviness settling over my heart at the thought of Uriah. "What business does the King have marrying a widow so soon after the death of her husband?"