Romans & histoires His Queen Her King

The Queen looked up and saw her maid standing next to her husband. "Are you the one the gods have chosen to take my place of death?" she asked the maid. Neither the King nor the maid understood what she meant by that but the King didn't care about all of that any longer. He was tired of the drama. Ever since he got married to his wife she had not for once allowed him to have her on his bed and this had generated alot of misunderstanding between the both of them until this night when the King decided he wasn't going to continue to take it from her and decided also to disgrace her infront of her own maid.

No matter how I felt about Ryden or the assignment in general, Fargo had worked hard to build up the Titans and I wanted to give his security firm the reputation it deserved. The queen stopped in front of a couple who looked like they were from opposite sides of the social world. The woman was dressed like the queen, just a notch down in elegance, but the man was dressed in the standard three-piece suit the other men wore, and not the male-style ceremonial outfit the king was wearing. “These are the owners of this house,” the Queen explained. “Senka is the king’s sister. Dave is her husband.” Remembering my manners, I bowed again, which drew a laugh from the light-haired woman. “There’s no n

His legs were still weak, and he struggled to breathe properly. One of the elders whispered angrily, “The King is different now. Something is wrong with him.” Prince Raban, still wearing an amused smile, spoke with a calm but sharp tone. “There is nothing wrong with my brother. You heard him yourselves. The woman you all brought turned out to be his true mate. Accept it. She is your Queen now.” “I stand with the King,” said Elder Zhou firmly. “You all should stop dreaming about your daughters becoming queen and accept his choice.”

"Will you be my queen?" Her smile could light up the night. "Yes." The kiss that follows tastes of salt and hope and promises I'll spend the rest of my life learning to keep. Because she's right – it's time for a different kind of king. One who leads with both strength and heart. And I can't think of a better queen to help me learn how.

She whispered to me still hugging me and I knew what I should do now. "Queen protects her King no matter what, Love. And the Queen is the highest possession of the King. There is no way that they both give up on each other. I promise you that this will be the war where the Queen is in front to protect her King but your King will be right beside you to protect you" I promised knowing her protective and strong character.

It's just the first day here, and I've already made myself one enemy with the negative Vibes around her. I walked silently till I got to the dining room. Rex's gaze was fixed on me immediately as I looked away. My anger is boiling to a point, and I might push it all off with just the slightest provocation from any of them. "Hope you did get along well with the queen ?"Rex's father asked ,oh now I get that she is the queen, and that means she happens to be the king's wife. The king, Must, have a bad taste in choosing partners. I smirk at the thought of it and then turn my gaze back to that of King.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

She could not be a queen; she was not of royal blood and she had done a lot of bad things. “Why?” he asked her. “Your people don’t need a rotten woman as their queen.” She told him and sniffed regretting the things she had done. “But they have a rotten king.” He told her. “I don’t know about that my king.” She said not understanding what he meant. “I will tell you all about me after lunch.” They went to the table and enjoyed their lunch.

You know, in most supernatural movies I have watched, the queen is usually the one to be protected by members of her clan, while the king and the rest of their men would be the ones to go to the fight. But here, all I see is a queen who's rugged and won't allow anyone to treat her as trash. She would fight right back and kick her enemies right in the balls if that's what it takes for them to know she isn't to be messed with. I find that encouraging, actually. I'm just so glad that she is well and alive. We are inside the woods and running and running. I guess it is what we would do in a few more hours.