Novel & Cerita Getting To Know You King And I

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?

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

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.”

“Father-in-law...” “Y-you...” he pointed at King, his anger doubling. What an Insolent bastard! Who gave him the right to call him that? Ivan and Ian on the other hand were busy scrutinizing him, looking for flaws. They hated the fact that King was a lot more handsome than they thought. The aura around him was oppressive even with his carefree action, something they don't like. “Wow, so cute!” Luna exclaimed making King nod in agreement. “Oh, before I forget, let me introduce myself. Many people aren't honoured and entitled to know my real name but as my in-laws, I shall bestow it upon you.” he stood tall, looking at everyone and... “My name is King!”

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

Still see a reaction but this time he did not even look at her face. " I am Princess Diana, the person your kingdom has always wanted." She said. Immediately he heard that he looked at her again to confirm whether she was truly who she really claimed to be. Jennifer once took one of the recent images of Princess Diana to the king. The king himself never had the chance to meet her. He lives on the news people carried around about her not until when Jennifer brought her image. The king knew her to be a beautiful, young, and tall lady. Her picture was shown to all of them and made sure they all got a copy of it each. Just for them to identify who their target was. That was what the Amah soldier

So this was why he needed me here. Not the ball. Not the pretense. Not the illusion of unity. This. Public image. Optics. A carefully orchestrated performance. I stepped forward, weaving between nobles who parted like a sea of silk and perfume. Cameras flashed , discreet, but present. The press had been invited, of course. Nothing the King did came without spectacle. My boots thudded softly against marble as I ascended the short platform. When I reached him, he rested a hand briefly on my shoulder.

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.

Our King had a reputation in his youth for being something of a heartthrob and is certainly a silver fox now. “All right, all right!” I call, holding out my hands, wanting to be serious again even if I also can’t help but smile. “Can we please get back to the important stuff here?”

But I’m still unclear if that means he might do it again one day—once he gets to know me. “Yes, Your Majesty,” is all I can say. “So… if you… uh… I mean… I would like to get to know you better. If… that’s all right with you.” He stands there, staring at me, with his hands in his pockets, and I can’t imagine why a king would be nervous to say something like that to me. “Certainly,” I tell him. He looks at me for a few moments before he says, “I’m asking you, Isla, if you are interested in getting to know me. As a person. Not as a king that owns you.”