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

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?"

"What made you know I was royalty?" His smile widened. "Easy. Your power's much stronger than other merfolks. We have to be able to sense differences in our kind to get this job. By your accent, I can tell you're from somewhere down south. Plus, you called the King of Kings by his name. No one knows his name but the higher-ups and royalties." Shit! I forgot that part.

He doesn't know who I am, so there is no way he is harming me. "Queen Pearl, how good is your baby kicking?" he started making me choke on my drink. How did he know that I was the one, and how did he even know my name? Because I am a million percent sure that we have never met before. "Who are you, and how did you know my name? And even recognize me behind my mask?" I asked curiously as I kept my drink on the little table. "Common little queen, I am the mighty King Theodore, and I know everything happening around the kingdom; why won't I know you when your husband is my sworn enemy!" He said, raising his eyebrows at me.

I have seen how uncomfortable the Vampire King makes him. “No offense, but may I ask why you want to know him?” Okay, maybe he is getting a little too comfortable being informal with me. “Can I not access information whenever I want? I want to know who the Vampire King is. Do not question me about that.” I play my Queen card. “Tell me who he is!” ... [i hope he doesn't tell you who the king is. because whatever path you plan on taking, it will only lead to your doom] ...

“I’m glad I finally got to meet you in person, Amber. You’re so popular it takes thousands of connections for people to get to you.” Amber felt a blush rising to her cheeks. “The kettle calling the pot black,” she commented, warning laughter from both Axel and Kevin. “I should be the one saying that about you. We journalists have tried to meet you countless times, but we can’t even get a glimpse. Even at events, we can’t come close to you.” “Ah,” Kevin said with a grin, “That’s what’s known as the ‘King Effect.’” He winked at Amber, his eyes twinkling. “But I make an exception for family.”

A smirk slithered over her lips as she leaned her head down on her hands. “I guess I could get to know the people better. But you want to know who I do know about? I know about the king. I know all about the king. I was raised with him as a child and we grew up together. And you want to know something else? We lost our virginity to each other. That isn’t something you lose to just anyone.”

One maid in particular couldn’t pick that up and kept on chapping her mouth away. “Mr King,” she began again just when he thought she had her fill of speaking. “Please,” he raised his head and looked at the maid. She squirmed under his gaze. So, she wasn’t as comfortable as she was trying to let on. He simply smiled instead of telling her to shut up. “Call me Kane, all of you. Mr King is a name reserved for my father, especially inside these walls.” The woman, Lisa as he recalled, visibly regained her confidence, looking all to happy to accept his request. “Kane,” she tested the name on her lips, making no effort to hide the blush that surfaced. “I have a small request to make of you.”

However, since Mr. King has to spend money, she has nothing to say. Designers have been drawing, and no one has got up to measure an Taotao. She fwhispered in Mr. King's ear, "Mr. King don't they have to measure me?" "No, they all know." Mr. King lifted his lip. An Taotao was suspicious. "How can they know?" Mr. King looked at her and said for granted, "I told them." An Taotao turned her head, kept a close eye on Mr. King, and suddenly wondered, "How can Mr. King know?" Mr. King stared at her delicate and charming little face and suddenly laughed. He held out his hand, but his deep voice was somewhat ambiguous. "I measured it with my hands."

Keith muttered as he rolled his wheelchair forward, I shifted, taking care not to let any part of his body touch me, I was not interested in whatever family drama they had going on and hoped they were done soon so that I could go back to my room. "I was only stating the truth,”The king said as he gave Keith a disgusting look, I glanced within the both of them and I couldn’t help but wonder how Keith was able to hide the fact he wasn’t crippled nor does he have half of his face destroyed, I was in no place to let them know the truth so I kept shut, focusing on the food before me. "It’s nice to meet you Heather and you are welcome to the family, this is part of the tradition we the royals have

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.