His Majestys Proposal 소설 & 이야기

"Indeed. In fact, I've several proposals I believe would interest you greatly. Perhaps we might arrange a private meeting to discuss them?" And there it was. The angle, the play, the real reason behind the dance and compliments. I smiled, feeling the weight of my new power settle more comfortably on my shoulders. "I look forward to reviewing all proposals through the proper channels, Minister. His Majesty and I value transparency in governance." His step faltered slightly, but he recovered with practiced grace. "Of course, Your Majesty. I merely thought—" "That I might be more malleable than my mate?" I finished for him, my voice honey-sweet. "A misconception."

That's a promise. For now, I'll give you some time to think about this proposal. I'll come to you soon for an answer. Your fated mate, Nicholus Dicaprio."

He recalled the strange proposal, “Marry me, Alfred, and you would be glad that you did,” Hazel, the desperate third Princess of the Martin's family, pleaded. As a Young Chief Executive Officer, he was startled by her sheer audacity, and wondered if she was out for a joke, and an expensive one. At an Exhibition in Argentina

“I’m not going to tell you all at once now. I’ll be patient as you learn through the kind of relationship I expect.” “I honestly don’t even know what to say right now,” she exclaimed. They were still at eye level, mouths just a few breaths apart. “I think this is where you tell me that you accept my proposal, Lisa,” Mason prompted. “I know you want me as badly as I want you?”

Maximilian immediately answered. “Then... You could have just met up with him.” Melanie smiled awkwardly. Why did Jeffrey bring her here? “What? You really think that this has nothing to do with you?” Maximilian continued, his eyes still fixed on Melanie. “Don’t you think that you’re the best person he could propose, engage, and get married to?” “...”

As soon as he entered the hall, he was dazzled by the breathtaking array of treasures filling the room. I furrowed my brows and said coldly, “Who let you in?” Henry pouted. Then, he suddenly knelt and bowed deeply. “Your Highness, let’s start over.” I did not understand. “What?” Henry bit his lip and stared straight at me with deep emotion. “Your Highness, please get rid of Justin. I don’t want Margot. I’ll become your Prince Consort. We’ll be soulmates for life, and we’ll live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

"Can you hurry up? You're moving like a grandma. No clue why you're mad this time. It was just a birthday party, not a proposal." I let out a cold laugh, my gaze shifting to Cecilia, who was busy admiring the diamond on her finger. "Didn't you say you were proposing today? You dragged me here just to watch you cozy up to her?" Henry leaned against the window, smirking. Unbothered. "Didn't I already propose? So, you getting in or not? If not, we're leaving." I looked down. The can tab had sliced into my skin. "So this is how little I matter to you."

He said, his voice collected, one would think they were exchanging memories. " Why?" Her curiosity ignited. There were a lot of things that still remained a mystery to her. " I simply want him not to succeed,no special reasons." He lied with a straight face. " And you think I'll believe that crap?" Miranda asked. She could tell that there was more to this whole thing but couldn't figure out exactly why he proposed the deal to her. If she was in his shoes and was competing with a person over something,the best thing to do is remove that thorn from your side, only then would you have the victory. She expected the same from him since he was part of the rebel group. They could simply kill Justin

And since I wa left with no choice since there would seem to be no other way for me to be freed other than actually trying to consider agreeing with his proposal. “Fine. What is that proposal.” I finally said eventually. In the end, I found myself listening to what he was about to propose to me. “Well,” Justin said as his fingers were still stroking my thighs. “Since you’ve been telling me that you had been feeling deprived of me recently, why don’t I make up for it. How about I entrust you the project I’ve been working on with Hector.” he added, until the moment that Justin’s hand was gently making it’s way up between my thighs and that I could feel his knuckles brushing between. “If you co

"That's so true, a well mannered, good looking man, I'd even thought he was the one who had come to see you and I was disappointed when he'd introduced himself as the friend." "Well just look for him and set up a meeting and if I like him enough, we'd send out a proposal." With a smile, she began climbing the stairs. "What? We'll send out a proposal? Why'd we do that? They are the ones who are supposed to send a proposal after the meeting and you will decide wether to accept or not." Sabeerah turned to her mother, "no one said it's supposed to be so right? Didn't Khadijah may peace be upon her send out a proposal to the prophet Muhammad, may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him?"