Romans & histoires His Majestys Proposal

Back to the conversation, I would like to offer you a proposal. J: and what proposal may that be?' A: you may think by now, your best friend has given up on you but I can assure you that she will not rest until she has got her hands on the pendant. So I want us to put up a little show for her and you may even have your revenge through this plan that I have.' J: and what plan do you have in mind, Mr. Matchington?'

Chapter Two: The Proposal Simeon leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen idly on his desk, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as he replayed the events of earlier that day. It was hard to believe it had actually happened. He had been the recipient of a proposal—but not just any proposal. A proposal from a complete stranger. He couldn't help but have a chuckle to himself as he picked up the card Elizabeth had handed him. It had been ages since he'd had one of these days.

replied Raeme stoically. The council was dismissed and Breeger waited until he was alone with Benedict. “Your Majesty. May I have a word?” “If it is about the proposal, I assure you that…” “No…No…No…. your Majesty. I am happy to leave Raeme to study the proposal. I certainly do not wish to be seen to be trying to influence you. I would however like to invite you to a celebration at my humble residence your Majesty.” “What is the occasion?” Benedict asked.

Well I have been there. "I want to do it right this time, Fred," Niklaus said, his voice unusually quiet. He looked up at me, and I saw a vulnerability in his eyes that he only ever showed when Kesley’s name was mentioned. "No lawyers. No witnesses for a signature. No business deal. I want to propose to her properly. Something intimate, just for us. She has been through so much because of me. She deserves this.” I nodded, leaning against the glass. Niklaus sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "I’ve spent my whole life planning takeovers and mergers, but trying to figure out the perfect way to ask a woman to stay with me forever has me shaking in my boots."

Grayson froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes before giving way to a look of stubborn certainty—he clearly didn't believe me. "You're still angry, aren't you?" He stood, reaching for my hand, but I lightly pulled away. My friends quickly stepped in, trying to reason with me. "Alexa, just forgive him. He had his reasons back then." "Yeah, these past years, Grayson has been looking for you. When he heard you were coming back, he prepared this proposal as a surprise." Buoyed by their support, Grayson smiled with that determined look and lifted the ring toward my hand.

His eyes lit up in a certain way the moment I walked in and he got down from his throne. “You’re here..” “You sent for me, your majesty..” I lowered my head. “Please.. call me Ambrose.” He said. For the first time ever, the pride in his voice seemed to disappear. “I called you in here because I have a proposal to make.” I batted my eyelids as he held out his hand to me. I reluctantly placed my hand in his and he walked me to the throne beside his own. The Luna’s throne. A throne he clearly stated wasn’t mine.

Do he see me like someone who will consider that type of shit? Alesteria's hatred for the word 'proposal' has grown stronger than it ever has and Enzo just keep bringing it up. 'Why is he even obsessing with that?' She asked herself, annoyed. On the other hand, Bastian doesn't know if Enzo is just trying to push his luck or being plain stupid; both being extremely plausible seeing that Alesteria was not too keen in taking the proposal into consideration. 'After all, the princess is young and I doubt his majesty and highnesses would even allow her to be engaged.' He thought as he laughs dryly.

Prince Maverick murmured. At first, his father, the majesty king didn't agree with his suggestion to invite all the single ladies, especially commoners who were aged ten years old up to twenty years old to find his crown princess. His majesty told him that it was not appropriate for him to have a ten-year-old kid as a fiancé, especially a commoner. Surely, the other nobles will react to his decision if he will choose a crown princess who is ten years old and a commoner. But when his majesty heard what happened in the forest where they needed to eradicate the monsters, his majesty instantly agreed to his suggestion even though he was still worried about the reaction of the high-ranking nobles

The fabric slipped from his broad shoulders, revealing his toned, muscular chest, and Sharon’s breath hitched involuntarily. "Mathew," she began, her voice uncertain, "what are you doing?" He smirked, continuing to undress with an almost casual confidence. "You wanted an heir," he said, as if reminding her of something she’d forgotten. "And I agreed to the deal, didn’t I?"

I grabbed the pillow and smothered my squeals as I rolled over. It was hardly possible. I was having a hard time believing it was happening in reality. The way my body ignited in his presence was enough for me to accept his proposal without any monetary additions. In fact, I knew I could dissuade him from giving me exorbitant amounts of money. That part of his proposal was outrageous. After I had settled down, I opened my luggage and pulled out a pair of night clothes. I wandered into the bathroom, admiring the gleaming marble and exquisite fixtures before going through my unimpressive nighttime rituals.