Getting To Know You King And I Novels & Stories

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.

“King Vincent, do you and Lady Adeline know each other?” The question dropped like a stone into still water. The air shifted, even the children seemed to pause. Adeline didn’t flinch. She turned with that calm, cool grace she always carried — the kind that made it impossible to see where her mask ended and she began. She bowed low, her voice even, polite. “I am not familiar with His Majesty. I only learned today that he is the king.” The words sliced through me. “Not familiar”. As though I had never touched her.

When she is outside, she puts her hand out to shake his and asks, "Are you new here?” "Where is it? I don't know if I am new or not?" Stephanie looked at him curiously, "What is your name?” The King tries to remember, yet nothing comes to him. "I don't know my name.” "You know what? Let's take you inside. We probably need to get you to the hospital for an examination.”

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.

"King, this is your sister's father. Paul Kinninsky—my ex husband." King looked up at me, his forehead creased. He looked at Paul again. "Hi," King said politely.

But he lived for hundreds of years and before I was born, I didn't know anything about him. It sounds weird, yes. But he is not the type to reveal anything about him. It was always mom who told me about them. But that's all. Besides them being mates, mom never told me anything about him or his family either. In addition, I see portraits of my grandparents who were the previous king and queen, but that's all. For now, I will give him time to think before asking him. I was eager and needed to know everything since I was about to become king.

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.

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."

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.”

Unknowingly to them, while their attention was on her, King pushed through the crowd and those who saw this whispered to each other. He got to where she was seated and saw her nervous expression, he was also sweating so he took a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his face. He put it back in and removed a box, still Sheila had no idea what was happening till he got down on his knees and held her hands. She saw him and what he was doing and gasped out of shock, “What are you doing?” King smiled nervously and asked, “Miss Sheila Sharon you might not remember our first meeting and how we became friends, which turned into us being lovers and back to strangers and back to friends again then