روايات وقصص ضمن His Queen Her King

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."

All her imaginations and fantasies of even reuniting with him again, went down the drain instantly. Was he really worth it? She blinked back her tears and turned from them, the answer to her question absolutely clear in her mind and guess what? It's a capital NO. Turns out Glen Robertson had always been a perfect scumbag. And Loki knew she would be damned if she didn't make sure to bring him to his knees before her one day. And as she walked away, each step she took away from him seems to sip away every ounce of love she ever harbored for him. Such a man was never fit to father her child and she would make sure of it for life.

he said as everyone began to cheer, as Jasmine stared back at them with dark eyes and a sly smirk before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. "I love you, my queen." "I love you too, my king." TO BE CONTINUED...

My hand moved quickly to grab her wrist and with a jerk, she fell over me. "Aaeeeee, You can't run away from me." She thinned her eyebrows looking at my flat and serious expression. "Why can't I run away from you. I got legs and I can" She said playfully trying to run again. "Abhi, only cowards do that. Running doesn't suit to a powerful Queen." I muttered looking into her eyes. She noticed my expression and replied. "Then what suits to a powerful Queen, King!" I chuckled on the mention of 'King' and puller her closer to my embrace.

The queen removed her hands from the king's, jerking her head towards the one who had spoken. "What are you doing, my love? Get behind me!" The king whispered, scared when he saw his wife descending the throne stairs. He tried futilely to drag her back behind him. It was as if the queen wasn't in control of her senses, as she was solely focused on the one who had spoken. When she had reached the last stair, she paused, still keeping her eyes on the man in the middle.

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

The heartbeats of the Lords were so fast and loud, I wondered if any of them could have actually done it. “So, Where is the Queen?” King Kael asked with an authoritative voice. “I will only ask once. WHERE IS SHE?!”

Close enough that my lips nearly brush his jaw. “If you want to parade me around as your mate… if you want to claim me publicly…” I whisper, my voice growing steadier and sharper, "Then be prepared to make yourself my queen.” The word lands between us like a thrown blade. “Because I already told you, Kei,” I finish softly, my eyes locked on his, “I am king.”

The play was ridiculous and cheesy and absolutely wonderful. The story was about the Sun God and Moon Goddess falling in love but being forced to stay apart, one ruling the day, the other the night. They could only meet during eclipses, brief moments when they could touch before being separated again. Kael threw himself into the role completely, declaring his love for me in dramatic speeches that made the crowd swoon. I was supposed to be shy and ethereal, responding with gentle words about eternal devotion. “Oh, my beloved Sun God!” I said, trying not to laugh at how over-the-top it all was. “Though we are destined to be apart, my love for you burns as bright as the stars!”

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho