Getting To Know You From The King And I Novels & Stories

Where the hell was I? I tried to think of what I knew about the new king but lost it. I only knew about the king before I was born. The king, Alfred, had ruled for what felt like an eternity. Decades before I was born, he had ascended to the throne, and now, well into his nineties, he continued to reign. Yet, he was a distant figure, rarely venturing to our part of the Pack. I had never seen him, and even my father, it was rumoured, had only fleeting encounters. Tales whispered of a fading mind, a king growing old and weary.

I said too quickly, my eyes involuntarily moving to the package in his hands. "The King asked me to give you this." He said, handing me a shopping bag and a card. With confusion in my eyes, I asked. "What for?" "You could check it out yourself and reach out to him." The guy was already on his way when I called. "Uhmmm... Sorry please, what's your name." "Keisha!" Came his response. "Okay... Keisha. I wanted to ask, is everything okay with the King? I mean I haven't seen him in days."

King Richard Orlando Lie was seen being in his vast wonder. “I can’t explain it clearly in details, King… But, when you’ve met the girl whom you love so truly, deeply and sincerely, you’ll finally understand what I’m feeling at this moment, King…” Finally, Randy Noah managed to find the suitable words as well as sentences to satisfy his king’s curiosity.

All she knew was that his face was the first one from the past she could recall after waking up from those hazy dreams. It was the first time it had happened and in excitement she wanted to get close and become friends with him. It was because of him she had stayed here even though she wanted to quit badly, she even agreed to go out with him just to have a chance to recover her memory. Unfortunately, she hadn’t recalled anything useful since then and recently it was hard to see Luke, her boyfriend and…the CEO of this company.

He sat on a chair. “A crazy woman?” I put all of the dresses that I bought from the mall inside the paper bags. “She knows my name, Angel. It was as if she really knows me.” “Of course, she probably knows you. You are the next king and a prince.” He shook his head, “I don’t know… It was as if she really knows me not just because I’m a prince. It feels like she knows me personally…”

It was very heavy to lift. On it, was scribbled “The King’s Wisdom”. She turned the first page, she noticed the penmanship was clear and artistic. When she turned a few more pages, she realized that book was a collection of different jotters that the king had used at different times. She read an entry after she has turned a few pages: The ways of our people are sacred and if I must be a great king like my father was then I must learn our ways. What good is a ruler with no knowledge of the ways of his people?

”This is mom—” “You're wrong to think that Pasaraya is flawed, you cowardly boy.” Angga stared at King with emotion. “Who are you?” “Oh yes. I forgot to introduce myself.” King got up. “Mom and Dad definitely know me, right?” King winked at Gadis's parents. “You think ... Pasaraya never mentions my name in your romantic conversations.” “You're not important, Kingkong!“ interrupted Gadis with an uneven breath. “It's not important to tell people who are not too close to your heart, that's true.” King got up from where he was sitting. He also stepped closer to Angga and his family.

- What? I don't understand... - the king and queen don't know anything... Except my assistant who is the one who found you with the help of your last movie... - Oh I see... - From now on you are a princess... - A princess... She said with a dreamy look...

I say not quite understanding what he meant by ' a first for them '. " What I meant by that dear, is that we, the kings, have never not been recognized before. Moreso by a business mogul like yourself. You see we're quite popular in the industry." He says and nod, understanding what he was saying. It would be next to impossible to see a person who didn't know who the kings were. I was never good at recognizing people.

Besides, we were both adults. What I knew about King: he wasn't a football player; he had been a swimmer in college. He was twenty-five years old, Filipino-American, biracial, with short dark brown hair, honey-brown eyes, and stood a good inch taller than me. "Give me the blueberry muffin," he requested from Willow, and she handed it to him before retaking her seat with caution. Seth slumped onto his beanbag. Unwrapping the muffin, King turned to me first. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"