Novel & Cerita Hail To The King

The aroma of the delicious coffee filled the room, making Hailey salivate. She wanted a taste of it so bad and seeing the king walk up to her with it made her heart jump with joy. The maids bowed to the king and Hailey before they walked out to leave them alone. “Here's your coffee,” he knelt down on one knee, making her heart skip a beat, she didn't like this, the supreme leader shouldn't be kneeling to her.

The old woman made her way into the crowd with those five mermaids. “Thank you everyone for coming tonight’s celebration. On this night forth, we will purge this new beginning for many years that is ahead of us. We will stand as one for this city and for this biome. I, your new crowned king, promising in front of all you, to protect everyone’s lives and to make this city better as what we have now. I am officially opening tonight’s celebration. Please enjoy the night.” “Long live the king!” “Long live the king!” Everyone is shouting continuously with the same chant. Then the king finds his way to exit the place and come to Hana.

"You're a wise man." He grinned sheepishly, "Your words are so nice great one." He turned to face his subordinates, "Bow to the new King!" His voice was loud and it echoed loud and clear. The men immediately went down on their knees with their heads bent to the ground. "All hail King Erin!" I felt my shoulders rise with pride as the men chanted their salutations nonstop. "All hail King Erin!" Howls filled the air and my ears warmed with the sweet melody. "All hail King Erin!! All hail King Erin!!!"

I lectured. They are all chanting with revenge. I promise them to be kings with principles and rights. I am not born as perfect as my parents and no matter how dangerous I am, if I think it was right to do it, I’ll have it finished. “Hail to the Lycan King!” one of my people announced. My heart is pounding with so much happiness as I can see my people praising me, and chanting my name. “Hail to the King!” “Hail to the King!”

I growl to hurry him along, and he squeaks out in fear at the noise. "S-s-she w-wouldn't come," he whimpers, and Hilda steps into his personal space. "And why wouldn't she come," Hilda growls, and the King meets my sister's eye with a smirk. "She knew I wouldn't have what she wanted. She knew her prize would be elsewhere," he states while shooting me a small and timid smirk. My blood runs cold instantly. Hilda growls loudly as she plunges her two daggers into each of the King's ears, piercing his brain and killing him immediately.

A vibe of entertainment ran through them seeing me, I guessed. I bowed to the King and Queen who were sitting in front of me as it was visible from the veil. The Person who made me this was sitting right to them. I bowed to him too as a trail of tears escaped through my eyes. I was feeling like a wooden sack was loaded on my heart. "Start the Celebration" I heard the voice of the king which was Roaring too like the Prince. He might have inherited that from the King. I heard the drums rolling and the group of girls also became visible whose anklets bells filled the Hall.

Something warm I didn’t fully have words for yet. James came up with a drink as he rose a toast saying. “For the King and Queen… All Hail the King and Queen” Voices rose in unison. “Hail the Queen.” “Hail the Alpha King.” “Hail the bond.” The sound echoed long after it stopped. When it finally settled, Dalton leaned slightly toward me again. “Come on,” he added quietly. And before I could even fully process the shift from ceremony to something more private, he leaned in slightly.

Chapter 7: His Majesty, The King Isabel's POV As we kept our heads down, suddenly, there was a deep, resonant sound of drums that echoed across the courtyard. The steady beat signaled the beginning of the Winter Welcoming Feast, a grand celebration marking the end of the harvest and the onset of the colder months. The drums finally ceased and a hush fell over the crowd. “His Majesty, the King!” announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard.

After a few hours of traveling, they finally reached Country A. Now, they were on the busy streets of the capital city of Country A. Today, the street and market area of the capital city were more crowded than on other days because the people of Country A wanted to welcome their newlywed King and Queen. The people showered the King and his Queen with flowers and shouted, saying, "Long Live The Great King And The Queen."

"I gotta tell you that most villagers are a little mean." "Though since you are a royal, I am pretty sure that you will meet more nice ones than the opposite." The king is deceased. I am not sure if they still do respect, I'm not sure about that. These are all just Red Dahlias... Suddenly, my world of ponders was postponed due to a man shouting, "The King of Hawthorn has perished! All rise for Hemlock! Hail to our new king!"