Getting To Know You From The King And I นิยาย & เรื่องราว

f***king gold shoes. Who kept this here??? "The king is gave me 10 minutes to get you ready...we need to be quick!" Caroline said running into the room from the bathroom. Whaaat??😲 "Get ready for what?..." I asked dazed. "The king is taking you to the All-Kings conference!!!" She yelled and I dilated I shock. What the heck.... *

ADESSA. “Do you think I will just get my details from another’s mouth without any proof? Don’t you think I’m not capable of getting credible information?” The King asked, and his voice was back to being cold again. “I’m not challenging your resources, Father, but I know my husband. I know what we went through and why we ended up here.” “Do you really know your ex-husband, Adessa?” I was confident when I started talking about Kael, but the way he was delivering his words made me question whether I really knew Kael. Was one year enough to know him?

I said, boldly. "I wonder where you got your boldness from," the king chuckled, "and in return what will you give me for going again by principle?" "I got my boldness from you, your majesty and may I ask what you want?" I stood up from the ground and walked towards the king. The king brought out a pen and paper and wrote something on it and passed it to me, "Sign it," the king said. "It's just your name on it, your majesty," I asked, confusion written on my face.

With that, he departed. Immediately we kicked off; she was such a chatterbox, trying to know what was between the king and I. She certainly worked her magic on me; I barely recognized myself before we set off in a stylish limousine. Sitting beside the king in the back seat, I wondered how this would work. I didn't even know anything about him, including his name. “How do you propose we could pull this off? Everyone will definitely know I'm human,” I asked, starting the conversation.

I did not say anything to him. Instead, I completely ignored Gabriel and his so-called Tech-god Anna and walked straight to Mr. Victor. “Uncle Victor, you have been a respected and highly educated elder in the field of national technology, a gold medalist and well-known for your foresight.” I said. His lips curled up as he proudly stroked his beard. That's when I added. “Too shameful that you can't differentiate pearl from glass bead.” “You-” he almost lost his temper, by someone from the younger generation. But, he swallowed his anger down as he said, “Think before you talk, Miss Franklin. You might be the chairwoman of the Pearl group, but what we do here is national pride.”

"And it's okay, if you don't want to know." I swallow the lump in my throat. "No, I do. I'm just a little bit nervous." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened them and I felt a little less nervous. "I need to know more about myself and why I am seemingly very important to the King."

I answer calmly—college, family, work, chasing a master’s degree, trying to rebuild a broken life. Then he leans forward. “The question everyone wants answered,” he says. “How did you seduce the king?” The room goes silent. I stare into the lens, twisting my expression into something fragile, wounded, but dignified. “The truth no one knew,” I say softly, “is that I never knew he was a king the first day we met. And the king is aware of this. If I’m lying—may the king himself punish me.” A pause. “And he wasn’t even married then.”

It wasn’t explicit. But it was intimate in a way that struck deeper than anything else could have. He had always wondered, quietly and privately, what Ember’s heat might smell like mixed with something of his. He never expected to learn the answer like this. Now that he had, he knew one thing with absolute certainty. He would never forget it. This was going to be the longest night of his life. And it had barely started.

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

I heard a knock on the door, and I walked over to the door and opened the door and it was Henry. "Your majesty," I bow, he walks in and closes the door. "Nana Linda," he bows. Do they know each other? "King Henry, it's good to see you," she says with a smile. "How are you?" "I'm very well thank you," she says. They continue asking questions back and forth completely forgetting that I exist, I silently wait for them to finish when Henry looks over at me and winks. "You look beautiful as always." I melted. "I do apologize for the press; I'm having that taken care of."