Novel & Cerita Her King And His Queen Rings

His eyes swept over Keira. "Miss Warner," he said, inclining his head slightly. "The sapphire suits you." "Thank you, Your Majesty," Keira replied, executing a small curtsy as Elena had taught her. "The pendant belonged to my late wife," the King continued. "It's been... many years since I've seen it worn." Keira's hand instinctively rose to touch the necklace. "I'm honored to wear it, Sir." Something that might have been approval flickered in the King's eyes. "As you should be. Alexandra was very particular about her jewelry."

The others began to move, some limping, some whispering excitedly about what would happen next. Jace leaned closer. “You really are full of surprises.” I forced a small smile. “I just got lucky.” He laughed softly and started walking toward the others, but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. The ache beneath my skin had returned, dull but persistent. It pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat, fading in and out like a whisper. I glanced toward the platform again. The King was already turning to leave. Ronan followed close behind him. For a fleeting moment, I caught the faint reflection of sunlight on the King’s ring — the seal of power that marked every ruler of our kind.

“You’ll die.” “Then let me die beside you.” I pulled away. “No. I need you alive. This kingdom needs a King.” “It needs a Queen more.” That stopped me. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a ring. Plain, iron and engraved with runes. “It belonged to the first Wolf Queen. Before the curse.” I took it. Held it in my palm. It felt like fire. “You want to crown me now?” “No,” he said. “I want to follow you. Whether you sit a throne or burn it.”

Mrs Harson asked her youngest daughter. "It was okay." I replied casually. Gwen stared at her mother. She couldn't believe that her parents had a debt to pay and they acted as if everything was alright. She just hopes everything goes back to normal. "Girls! Come help me make dinner." Mrs Harson called which made Gwen come back to reality. Aurora and Gwen then went to the kitchen to help their mother but with different thoughts running through their minds. At the Royal palace; King Alexander was sitted on his throne in the meeting room. On his right was his trusted assistant George. A man that was only two years older than the King. He had pale skin and dark coloured eyes. He keenly studied t

Illarion Black had his reasons for acting like that. "Thank you for the gift you gave," said King Abraham, glancing at the small glass dome containing King Exilas' ring finger complete with a preserved dragon ring of power. “It's just that your gift can't cover up the petty betrayal of the orders I've given you, Rion.” The Black Prince knit his brows together. "You mean the king?" "Your wife. She never once saluted me. It's not because you left her alone, right?" said the King instead of asking. “I gave you the order to marry into the Queen's family not to insult her, Rion.”

My father decided that he wasn’t up to running the kingdom anymore, so he got Mother to organise another ball to celebrate my coronation of becoming King. After Father had done all the official stuff making me the new King, I took Rhea onto the dance floor and got down on one knee; I pulled out a substitute ring, as she can’t wear Mother’s Royal one until we are fully mated and joined under the Royal laws, as my mother can not remove it until then and ask. “Rhea, these have been the most wonderful years of my life and I have slowly been falling in love with you more each day. Rhea, will you be my mate and my Queen?”

On the far left I see the Queen, beautiful with golden blonde hair artfully pinned in a bun, her eyes are a warm blue that draw you to her. She is very regal looking in her purple dress and golden crown adorned with wolves sitting either side of a dragon. The King is seated centrally between her and the Princess who is seated to his left. He is dressed in a black suit and his crown is golden with dragons in various poses on it. His hair is a dark brown with grey peppered through the sides and his eyes are a deep green with a stare that pins you where you stand.

"But we planned this for weeks. Even if tonight's not exactly what we pictured, it's a night to remember. For a couple of reasons." Before I can even begin to try to figure out what they're talking about, King drops to one knee in front of me. A small velvet box rests in his hand. His amber eyes are fierce—burning—like the whole world is balanced on whatever happens next. My heart slams against my ribs. For the second time today, King Sterling is on his knees for me. Only this time... it's not about revenge. He flips the box open with his thumb, revealing an emerald trilogy ring, the green stones catching the dim light and throwing it back in flashes of fire.

He stood with the fluid grace of a man completely comfortable in his own power, and then he was rounding the table, and oh God, he was dropping to one knee right there in the middle of the restaurant, and conversations around them were dying out as people turned to stare. "Victoria Nanya Okereke," King said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. The same box. The same ring. He'd kept it, carried it and waited. "I've proposed twice. You've said no twice. I'm asking a third time, and baby, I need you to understand something." He opened the box. The diamond caught the light, throwing rainbows across the cream tablecloth. Two carats, emerald cut, set in platinum with smaller diamonds casca

Brynne asked. Kael looked directly at Selene. “The claim.” Her smile vanished. “What did you say?” Kael pulled a small object from inside his coat. A ring. Black steel with the crest of the Northern Dominion carved into its surface. Even the wind seemed to stop. “That ring marks the bloodline of the High King,” Maelor whispered. Kael nodded once. “It also binds the crown to the bearer.” Selene’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” Before anyone could react, Kael threw the ring onto the stone between us.