Her King And His Queen Rings Novels & Stories

- Marcus nodded to the Camille, who smiled gently, blushing. The applause after the King's words was overwhelming. Katherine felt like she was also blushing. Greg squeezed her hand to show her his support. Alpha smiled at him with an appreciation. King Marcus gave a sign, and servants brought two fancy red pillows with a tiara and a signet ring on each. The vampire leader approached the first pillow, grabbed a ring, and turned around to face Greg. - I present to you King Gregory and his beautiful Queen, Katherine. - He thundered and put the signet on Greg's hand and the tiara on Katherine's head. It was matching the symbols in her pendant.

She just wasn't Keira. "I have the votes and you have one foot in the grave. This is happening. Today. Get on board," said Kate, before she rose, head held up high, and walked out. (Capital City, Warlanda) Keira was a bundle of nerves as she stared at the pink diamond ring, neatly tucked into a royal blue, little box. She would know it anywhere. The Pink Amare. Straight from Terres Somnia's royal vault, where it had been for ages. Untouched and forgotten, owing to Queen Mary's insistence that she wear the Red Regiis, a Hunter family heirloom, during her engagement to King Henry instead.

"Julian, the Moon Lantern is ready! Come here!" A silky voice interrupted, and a slender hand rested on Julian's shoulder. Kierra... Julian's eyes flickered for a split second. "We'll talk when I get back," he said coldly. The screen went black. A moment later, my phone buzzed. It was a wire transfer notification with a note: 【It's for the anniversary. Go get something pretty for yourself.】 Right then, Kierra updated her social media. She was wearing the moonstone diamond ring I had always dreamed of—the symbol of a Luna's status.

Chapter 1115 As Kingsley was kissing her fervently, Sherman asked, "The room is paid anyway. We can stay here tonight, right? I'm sure when Luke knows about it, he'll be so angry that he cannot sleep all night." "You are naughty." Kingsley obliged. "But I believe he's pissed off now. His ploy didn't work, but it did us such a great favor!" Sherman lay on the bed. She felt so happy and comfortable. Kingsley picked the ring in Paris a long time ago. It was a limited edition. It was very beautiful. The ring was engraved with the words, H and W.

Before she could speak, Zachary had already grabbed her right hand and gently put a diamond ring into her palm. As she looked at this ring, Charlotte’s eyes seemed attracted to it, and she could no longer shift them away. The candlelight flickered and was reflected off the ring, making it look even more dazzling. This ring was called the Queen’s Ring— Zachary had given this ring to her four years ago. She liked it so much that while she had not taken any other items that Zachary had given her with her when she’d left after the divorce, she had been unable to bear taking this ring off her finger.

He smiled, “My Queen and my wife.” I gulped and took a deep breath, then started, “I, Maya, from this moment forward the Queen of this enchanted forest, supporter of the king and his people, am present here to accept the bond that will bind me to the love of my life, to offer him all my love and my life, to be there for him in troubles and joys, in sickness and in health, in rainy days and sunny ones, in storms and in calms, I offer him a promise that comes with this ring.” I picked up the ring from the small shelf behind me and put it on his finger, “I will always be there for you.” I smiled, “My king and my husband.”

Fi and Eva had taken her to the royal jeweller to be sized so that George can pick the rings they’d wear after her coronation. They would be a bit like wedding rings, but they symbolise her status as his Queen Luna and his as her King Alpha. Apparently, he’s yet to visit the jewellers, but she’ll mention it to Eva later. She hands him the paper and he nods, “Should I go find something to do, while you borrow Fi?” He looks grateful, and she nods. She links Eva, ‘Fight club?’ Eva responds quickly, ‘Fight club.’ She smiles and looks at George,

The king's eyes met mine, reflecting a mixture of pride, gratitude, and renewed hope. He reached out, his weathered hands gently taking the box from me. The courtiers held their breath as the king lifted the lid, revealing the radiant royal ring. A collective awe washed over the throne room, a testament to the profound significance of the moment. "My beloved daughter," the king spoke, his voice resonating with pride and emotion, "you have not only reclaimed the crown but also retrieved the sacred ring that symbolizes our authority. Your strength and determination have shown that you are worthy of this honor."

Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. M

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.