Got King Tommen Novels & Stories

" Lovely now all of you except for Elder Tom " They pause then bow and file out of the room " come closer Elder Tom " He reluctantly steps closer to my throne " look at me " " how could I dare to stare into the face of the King " " LOOK AT ME " he can not resist my Alpha command and looks up at me and fear crosses his face.

” I thought within me as I kept gazing at the men with mixed feelings. “If I may ask, who is this king you speak of and where would this party be held?” I asked him curiously and he turned to his companions as they exchanged a knowing look before turning back to me and saying, “You must be very inquisitive.” He remarked dryly. The party would be held at Castle Black and if you must know, the name of our king is, Dominic Rayleigh, our one true king.” He said proudly and I nearly choked on my own saliva.

“Something feels wrong here.” I agreed. “They’re too tense. More than usual.” “Like they’re waiting for something.” I didn’t like it. The guards stationed outside Tommen’s office didn’t stop me as I approached. They merely exchanged glances before stepping aside. Inside, Alpha Tommen sat behind his large wooden desk, his sharp gaze unreadable. Despite the streaks of gray in his hair, he still carried the presence of a warrior. He had always been a man of strategy and control, never making a move without weighing every possible outcome. Today, however, his posture was unusually stiff.

He lifted his eyes to the crowd first and Magda practically slid to the edge of her seat, hoping her would call upon one of her daughters, but the king’s gaze slid over the crowd and to the balcony. ‘Moon Goddess what is happening?’ Magda panicked. Even though Kanyon couldn't see Jessica, he felt her eyes on him. "You can come out now, my love." “My love?” Margret and Margarita gulped in unison. Annabella just stood there, like one of the status in the castle, stiff as a board and pale as pure limestone. King Tomas and Sara decided to join the party, gathering a few stares as they stumbled to find two seats. They were both looking dishevelled and people nearby could smell the sex on them.

Willian was silent this time, and it took a while until he finally said, "I know that Tom is a tough nut to crack, so I'm not going to make it even harder for you. And I'm just here to pass a message from King Avid—just ask if there's anything you need. Nothing is an issue as long as you can get rid of Tom. "That said, you should know that Joan's father is the King of Ambrossia—the country and its people are his duty and responsibility. Tom is sure to make it an international issue if King Avid tries to coerce him by military might, and the world will hence hate him forever. The power of public opinion really must never be underestimated." Jasper nodded in understanding as Willian patiently

A voice came and my body turned around, realizing it was the king that had spoke. All the men he had been having breakfast or lunch with were all standing behind him, all pale as they stared our way. My body turned again, realizing the king had been speaking with the man called Domenique. My eyes went even wider. Domenique; hot, crazy Domenique was the king’s son. Which made him….wait for it…a prince. He was a prince! I frowned, turning from the king to his son. Why had he marked me?

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

"We need to get out of here. Soon." "I'm working on it, although you could help me," Marek remarks. "I know Taius is the King, and an unsavoury man, but perhaps you could get to know him, his weaknesses. Maybe where his Guards prowl in the thinnest groups, or when deliveries come in and out. Anything."