Novel & Cerita His King Her Queen

No matter which world, that is deemed to be a Cardinal truth. His lessons mainly centered around the details of the past kings as well as the diverse important events. "One of the laws of the kingdoms is that all crown princes or crown princesses must wear a name related to a star or a planet. His majesty Jupiter was the first king. After him were Pluto, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and finally his majesty Mars, the eighth king." Sol listened to the information attentively. After all, this information revealed something incredible.

She was smiling. “I have come to pick the boys. Their father wants them to go on a holiday.” I uttered with a straight face. “But they are in the middle of their studies. They will miss their tutoring and Don Gustavo doesn’t like his boys missing their lessons.” The woman had adjusted her body to give the impression that she was in charge. “What is your name ma'am?” I asked, trying not to sound disrespectful. “Inez. Ma’am.” the lady's voice came. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

“We get the gist. Don’t ruin future garden walks for our girl, Cassia.” I wouldn’t look at that garden the same way ever again. “The point is, maybe the king doesn’t want a one-night thing with you,” Groth said between laughs. “And yet he has abandoned me.” I wanted to hurl the disgusting porridge and the plate at Karl’s head. “Girl, it’s only been this morning since you guys had your… fight. He’s the king; he’s busy by default,” Sienna said, grabbing my bowl—clearly anticipating my next move, and began gulping it down.

I noted him the way you note a drawn blade in a crowded room, and looked past him. But I forgot him soon enough. At the end of the hall stood twin thrones of gold so fine it looked like dragonfire still clung to the edges, and before them, the king and queen. King Cassius was exactly what I’d pictured the ruler of dragons to be — tall, unyielding, grey eyes that didn’t look at you so much as weigh you. Beside him, Queen Veronica wore her beauty like armor: strawberry-blonde hair pinned in an elegant twist, a gaze that quietly saw more than you wanted it to. Somewhere beneath their roof was the woman the prophecy meant — and I still did not know her face. The seers had given me no name, only

For me. I weave through the crowd like I own the damn place, which I do, technically, and plant myself at the head of the scarred oak table in the back room. The Cursed Kings are already posted up, leather cuts gleaming under the neon beer signs. King and Caleb, the twin prez duo, sit side by side like mirror images of trouble, same ink, same scars, same smirk that says they’ve broken more laws than most men have teeth. Between them, perched on the table’s edge like she’s the queen of both their worlds, is their old lady, Queenie. One woman, two presidents. Club legend says they share everything. I believe it.

“Oh… it seems like it’s working already.” He poisoned me? I feel a coil wrapping tightly around my chest and stomach, crushing every nerve. “Ha!” I groan as pain crashes down on me. “You poisoned m—” Before I can finish the statement, my legs buckle and I stumble to the floor, blood already spilling out of my mouth and nose. They tower above me. “Good. By morning, the news about the princess poisoning her father-in-law and then poisoning herself will have spread through the kingdom. And I will emerge as the new Alpha King with Delilah as my Luna.”

Standing at the center of the dazzling banquet hall surrounded by noble guests. She is standing in front of the king and the woman who has straight honey blonde hair beside him. The woman beside the king cling to his arm and slightly hid behind him. The king glances at her and moves a step forward to show protection for her. The queen smirked. "Hah! This is out of hand already. It escalated to this point but you don't want to send me a divorce paper?" She phrases as if it is the most ridiculous sight she has ever seen.

From there, things started to get more interesting. We’d always heard in history classes about his first queen, Rosemary. Her untimely passing and then his marriage to his current Luna Queen, Yarrow. But the story in the archives read more like a tabloid, a soap opera, or some sort of TV drama. In the time of our Alpha King, the royal family was an utter disaster.

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

It seemed she pushed me back so she could spend some time with his lycan. "The name is King. Don't worry, I pushed him back so we could spend some time together. You're very beautiful, my mate. What's your name?" "The name is Queen. Tell your human that if he lets another female kiss him, I won't be blamed for what Kayla will do next time. I stopped her from killing that b***h, so consider her lucky to be alive right now. She's not sure about him. She feels that her grandfather is the king. He needs to give her some time." He nodded, holding her hand in his. He sat beside her on the log. As they talked to each other for a few hours, it seemed Queen and King had been around for many years. Th