Getting To Know You King And I Novels & Stories

the King teased as he got up from his feet and came to me. I had never been in the presence of royalty, so I did the only thing I knew, I bowed to him in a position I didn’t even know if it was correct or not. “Your Highness,” I said as I closed my eyes as a sign of respect. “Luna Camilla, now tell me what the fuck is going on in my kingdom,” the King said with a sharp tone that sent a chill up my spine

My eyes narrowed. "You knew this was going to happen." His expression hardened. "No." "You told me not to leave your room." Silence. "Kaizen." Another silence. "I knew something was wrong." The answer sent a chills through me. A loud bang rattled the hallway. Both of us jumped. Someone was trying doors. Room by room. Getting closer. The confident campus king vanished completely, In his place stood someone else. Someone dangerous…. Someone scared…. Someone prepared…. Without warning, he grabbed my wrist.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

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.

he said without looking up, calm but firm. I nodded, murmuring a polite apology. He gestured to his sons, and the introductions began. “Ms. Valerie,” said King, courteously. “I am King. Welcome.” His tone was polite but distant. The second son gave a small nod. “I’m Keith,” he said, indifferent yet cautious. The third observed silently for a moment. “I’m Kyle,” he added after a pause. Mr. Klaus raised a hand. “You already met Kobe and Kyson yesterday. Please, sit and eat.”

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

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?"

According to reports, the I didn't know that King had been talking to one of my handmaidens behind my back, gathering information about all of my favorite things and preferences, as well as everything I despised. During the meeting, I was informed that the King had put a great deal of thought and effort into his gifts, and that, while he had hoped to be back home to witness the first time that I received his gift and see my face, he had been unable to do so.

The king introduced us, and this made me even more confused. ‘What the f**k is going on here?’ “Nice to meet you, Mr Trump,” I uttered with a feeble smile. “And that is his son, Jonathan. He’s been dying to meet you.” King Edwin added, and the young man stood up and stretched out his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Princess Daciana.” He uttered. “Yeah. Same here… I guess.” I shook his hand, and he lifted my hand and planted a kiss on it.

“Oh, I don’t think you understood—” “Why?” the King asked, his voice deep and skeptical. But I didn’t miss the glimmer in his eyes. I’d surprised him. I swallowed hard and prayed I’d understood all of this correctly. “I think… I know, I can give you what you want. And in exchange, you can give me what I need.” The King’s brows rose then. “How very presumptuous of you. But I will take the bait: What is it that you want?”