Her King And His Queen Rings Novels & Stories

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.

After some time the guard at the entrance announces the arrival of the king and His Queen while listening to the guard all the people present in the banquet hall stand in their position according to the power and status they hold and bows their head. Alexander takes Victoria's hand and walks hand in hand towards the throne. Queen Victoria was wearing a long ball gown with a crown and a set of ruby necklaces and a pair of earrings. She was looking like a beautiful fairy descendant from the immortal world. All the young miss from different families were looking at her with envy and jealousy after seeing her beauty. Among them, young miss Lily Si was also one. She knew she was beautiful but tod

Peering curiously into her portable fashion bag, she reached a hand inside and instantly felt a round object within. She retrieves it and finds out it's a diamond bracelet with her initials on it. 'LRC'. She would have discarded the thought that it had anything to do with her if she hadn't seen her full name engraved in tiny silver letters at the inside of it; Loki Rhiannon Colleen. Rhiannon was her middle name and Colleen was her mother's surname which she had answered all her life before she got married to Glen Robertson and had to answer his name on papers.

It wasn't everyday you got to witness an actual ball in an actual palace. The table we were sitted around was for the 'high and mighty' people in the three realms. The highest and mightiest of the high and mighty in fact. This meant probably just the kings, queens, princes and princesses were allowed on this table. Of the three realms, only one of the kings had a wife and a cute little daughter. The other kings were Corey who was still unmarried and king Jacob who was also unmarried leaving a lot of vacant seats left. However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table.

All wore matching masks. For my jewellery, I apparently didn't have a choice. Luzo grabbed several pieces from a bag and I frowned at her. "The King insisted you wear this." She said with a glint in her eyes. I looked at the golden pieces she had in her hands. A small golden necklace which made my whole outfit look elegant, several golden bracelets and a golden ring with a blue diamond. It was fitted around my ring finger and looked exactly like a wedding ring. "The King is so generous. No other woman received jewellery." Guela dreamily said.

“How is it possible that you’re carrying me like this?” “Whenever you have a question like that, the answer is always red and small and very beautiful.” His voice echoed through the tunnel like nails on a chalkboard. He held up his free hand. Ruby rings glittered on each finger, some even sporting multiple. “They’re nifty little things, aren’t they?” “I heard they were forged in Hell.” The King snorted. “I dare say they came from Heaven.” I rolled my eyes, but gave up talking after that. My throat was raw, and with the King’s shoulder pressing into my abdomen, every word, every breath, was an effort.

They got to the four men and the two guards at the front parted and the King walked out. The King, well aged in eyes was looking exquisite and authority filled with the large wine red royal robes he was wearing. From his left hand, glittered the various royal signet and rings. On his neck hung a pure gold necklace with its two ends shaped in a lion's mane. On his head glittered the golden royal crown, designed with diamonds and pearls, and from his right hand, the golden royal staff stood. "May you live long Maharajah," they bowed greeting. "Keep your greetings to yourselves you stinking idiots! What do I hear? That my daughter, the Princess was abducted?" He roared with the ferocity of the

“Dad, isn’t this the ring you gave as a gift to Queen Obelia on her birthday a year ago?” Even though her eyes were on Queen Obelia, Queenie’s hand was close to King Darian. It convinced her it was the Queen’s ring that his father had once presented to her stepmother. Queenie chose the design of the ring with the approval of the King. A surprise gift that eventually became evidence of the Queen’s depravity in later life.

******* In the throne room, the king is seated on his throne with the Queen by his right-hand side. The king wore his suit and trousers with a pair of black leather shoes, having an intricate gold sword design on it. The queen was dressed as always in a magnificent gown. This time she wore a dark purple gown flowing down her shoes, with a turtle neck and long sleeves, a light makeup, a pair of gold earrings and bracelets and a pair of purple shoes having black gems decorating the front and as usual with a crown graciously sitting on top her head.