Romans & histoires Her King And His Queen Rings

“And he had this on him.” When the guard held up my ring, the king’s eyes lit with recognition. He beckoned for it and once it was in his possession, he rolled it around in his palm before slipping it on his pinky. It slid into place perfectly. Wearing it, he curled his fingers into a fist, then opened them again, spreading the digits wide as if testing the fit. Satisfied, he lifted his gaze to me. “Where did you get this?” “From my mother,” I said.

I looked up. And I shouldn’t have—two reasons. First, he looked every bit the king he was, adorned with a golden vine-like crown that complemented his hair. I was so lost admiring him that I barely noticed I was crossing the courtesy line. Thanks to Diane’s elbow nudging me, I avoided adding “disrespecting the king” to my list of crimes.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

I asked not glancing at him. "The elders refused to accept the drinks. They claimed they won't take anything until I apologize for locking them up" He replied and I chuckled. "The King Lee I know won't apologize" I remarked grinning. "You know me too well, sweetheart" He whispered and kissed the back of my hand. "The ring is quite heavy. What's it made of?" I asked gazing at the ringed finger. "Gold" He muttered before we got up from the throne together. "All hail King Lee of Euphoris and all hail Queen Dawn of Euphoris!!!" The adviser's deep voice yelled.

He reached for it, almost afraid it would vanish if he hesitated. It clicked open with a soft pop, revealing two rings nestled like twin secrets against deep indigo silk. One was unmistakably the legendary engagement ring of Queen Zenobia a perfect oval red diamond formed from the blood of the first dragon, embraced by twin dragons wrought in platinum, their tails intertwining to form the band. The other, simpler yet equally striking, was Prince Richard’s, a signet of the same red diamond encircled by the intertwined royal crests of Alynthia and Asterin.

She trotted over to me in quick little steps and held out a jewelry box. "Danielle, Robert told me that once we go public with our relationship, you'll handle the PR for us. We picked this out especially for you as a thank-you gift." I froze, making no move to take it. "When did I ever say I'd handle your PR?" "You're our manager. Isn't dealing with public opinion part of your job?" Robert said matter-of-factly. "So, being your manager means cleaning up after every mess you make?" I stared at him in disbelief, but his silence was answer enough. I took a deep breath and finally said what I'd wanted to tell him the day before but hadn't managed to.

But it had been such a whirlwind that I hadn’t had the opportunity to realize just how beautiful this room was. The King sat in the large marble throne, his golden crown perched neatly on his head. He wore a silky golden doublet beneath a trailing black cloak, and held a crystal-encrusted sword across both knees. He looked like something out of a painting, or a medieval movie. But it was really the Queen who stood out to me. She stepped slowly down the dais, a pure golden gown trailing behind her and a golden circlet around her silver hair. She moved with an effortless poise and grace despite her age, like an elder lioness.

I let out the breath I was holding and pushed the inner vault door the remainder of the way and slip inside. “Jeesh!” I expelled a whoosh of air as the room lit up and my eyes cast around the small area. Landing on several beautiful pieces. The King's crown, Gold and large with green and blue jewels adorning the thick band. White diamonds encrusted in the peaks of the crown. Several tiaras sitting on dark satin cushions decorated with gems of varying colors. But my eyes landed on the prize. In the center sat the queen’s crown. A bright and brilliant gold with emeralds placed along the band and diamonds at each tiny peak, much like the kings. But what set the queen’s crown apart was the enorm

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, I will take notice of what you said." Mathias looked in utter confusion as he gaze at Morrigan who is still taking the stairs towards the king. She removed her ring and handed it to the king. Her smile is sweet yet intimidating. "Is this enough evidence for you to confirm my identity?" The king raised the ring towards the light and within it are the words written in Hymir's mother tongue. Only the genuine ring of a king has inscriptions intricately crafted on its insides. The king handed Morrigan the ring. "No need, Your Highness... With your uncanny resemblance to the late queen of Hymir no doubt you are the princess which Hymir had been looking f

The collectors looked confused. "What do you mean?" Kieran reached into his cloak. Slowly, he removed the royal signet ring he had hidden beneath his sleeve. Sunlight reflected off the silver wolf engraved upon its surface. Gasps erupted from the crowd. The collectors' faces drained of color. Nova removed her own signet ring. "I am Queen Nova." Kieran stood beside her. "And I am King Kieran." The two collectors immediately dropped to their knees. "Your Majesties!" "We... we didn't know!"