Getting To Know You From The King And I Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had very handsome features and he definitely passed them unto his children. "What are you doing here?" A cold voice sounded from behind me. My heart started to beat very fast. I turned around slowly and my eyes widened when I saw who it was. It was the King! I immediately dropped my eyes to avoid his sight. " I said what are you doing here?" His voice sounded much calmer but I could feel his eyes piercing through my soul. "I'm sorry your majesty. I just got lost." I said. It wasn't a lie, I got sidetracked because I was busy admiring the paintings.

Tessa frown as she recognize the name, but she can't remember from where. "I'm pleased to meet you, Partner" The King says and Tessa gasps in shock. Her parents told her about him in their letter. "You mean King Len McIntyre?" She asks and he nods smiling at her. "You really are tough to find, when we heard the rumors about you I knew we had to come here, it is just unfortunate that we had to come and sort legal matter out" Jarek look at the two of them confused "I'm sorry but how do you know each other?" He asks and The King laughs

The king and queen were looking at me, expectantly. "Mother, father, this is Carl, the man who stole my heart." They both laughed, and I joined in awkwardly. "It is finally nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you from Elliot, he won't stop talking about you," The king said. "It is nice to meet you too, your highness." The queen just nodded at me with a smile, since we have already met each other, unofficially. A maid came in a few minutes later and served us some tea and cookies. I took a bite of the cookie, but hard a tough time letting it pass down my throat.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

The king smackdown the spirit who is being that one noisy fly making stupid buzzes in the room. "Gah! What is that for!?" The King glance at him with the 'You ask for it' face before resuming the stalking research. Sometimes he would form a smile or sneer along with the read and Al would try to peek at his face just to get shoved to the side... "How is “he”?" The king flips the paper, neatly placing it to one side. This is full information on his new doll. He should cherish it as much as possible. Learning her likes and dislike are important before asking her out for a date...

“Close the door please, we’ve got some shit going down” I bring them up to speed on the situation. “Ian, with your family’s involvement.. Do you happen to know if the current king or his family had any involvement or knowledge of the trafficking?”. He’s tapping his finger on his leg rapidly, “shit.. I remember now. Before he was inaugurated as King, when he was in college my brother used to sneak women to him privately. Of course, being royalty it was very hush hush but I remember they never came back… let’s just say in one piece”.

Joanna’s Point of View The moment the King and I made eye contact, a wave of unexpected tranquility settled over me. He had entered the conference room with an almost spectral silence, his presence barely registering until his gaze met mine. He had observed my position beside Clyde, a tableau of our strained relationship, and had overheard the tail end of our tense exchange. Though his features were etched with a sternness that could intimidate even the most seasoned Royal, I sensed an undercurrent of something else, something akin to understanding.

It was a claim. “Walk beside me,” his voice murmured, low enough that only I could hear. I did as he commanded, though my knees trembled with every step. Noblewomen’s eyes narrowed. Men whispered behind jewelled hands. Somewhere, someone gasped as Kael’s hand lingered against me longer than was proper. The King wanted them to see. He wanted the entire court to know that I belonged to him. At the foot of the dais, a man with a sly smile stepped forward and bowed too deeply. His eyes flickered toward me with open disdain.

“How did you know each other?” “Well, it’s a coincidence we met, as we have the same interest.” “Cooking?” “How do you know?” Vicky grinned. I shrugged. “Just a lucky guess since my mom loves cooking.” Then I observed Vicky for a while. “Do you know Lord Constantine, Vicky?” Her lips twitched a little. “Yes. Why?” “I wonder if you know Victoria.” “Why do you want to know her?” I shook my head. “I heard she was his partner. She must be gorgeous.”