His Queen Her King Novels & Stories

It looked at the purple eggs clinging to the walls, then at Maya. “The Queen is a mistake,” the King declared. “She has a heart. She is slow. She is weak. The Board of Directors wants a leader who does not feel pain or love.” “I’m not a leader,” Maya gasped. Forcing herself to her knees, she grabbed a sharp stone from the floor. “I’m just a girl. And this is my home.” The King’s laugh was cold and metallic. It raised its arm, and a hidden blade slid out, glowing with sick, purple heat.

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.

The Queen, on the other hand, is known for her pride, people worship her calling her their saviour, it is the king's marriage to her that brought the people out of poverty, she's adored. The King enters the Queen's chambers "My Queen". He said with a smile on his face, she's sited on her bed holding a scroll, she had long blonde hair, almond brown eyes, a cute button nose and heart-shaped lips. " My king". She got up putting the scroll away, the sight of her alone gives the king a warm feeling inside, it made him happy "Is there any reason you're here?". " Indeed there is, I have come to seek the comfort of my queen".

"And all I wish to hear is the sound of the door closing when you leave this room." He bowed as best as he could on a wooden leg and made to leave. "One more thing. A queen gets her title by marrying. A queen is second to a king. I did not get here because of a man and I answer to no one. Is that clear?" "Yes…my King." "Dismissed." She hated talking when it was completely unnecessary. She looked at her palms elegant long fingers placed on the terrace, the fingers that weren't meant to know how to wield a weapon and she quickly straightened up and clasped them behind her back.

then they will stop fighting queen:- do you have any idea. I think it impossible king:- I only think one way. and that one way is political marriage between you and me queen:- OK if it's for devil and God then I can do it king:- I am not forcing you. you can take divorce. from me whenever you want. because I don't like to use girl as tool like everyone do queen:- I think we don't need to take divorce king:- what is the meaning of this queen:- understand yourself

"It's a good thing for me anyway. I can just use this opportunity to get some much needed sleep. I've been so stressed, I need the rest and---" Baski came to her front and hugged her close. "It's okay to feel bad, Danika. No one ever gets used to the bitter fact that a man who was supposed to be hers, is in the company of another woman." Danika swiped the tears away. "The king is not mine." "You're right, he isn't. You are not the only woman the king has. Several mistresses and slaves belong to the king, but a King belongs to his Queen."

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

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.

She had planted a guard with the king to hear information about the king hence she could be informed and start preparing ahead. Why does he hate Draven so much? Everything about him has to be so complicated. Those two are like born enemies, will they ever be friends? She continued her book, not wanting anything to disturb her mood for the moment. A few minutes later, she heard the voice of her guard outside the large doors of her room. “The King is here, my Queen.” He announced, his voice loud and thick. The Queen growled lowly before rolling her eyes. “Let him in,” she replied before standing up. Then the large doors opened and the presence of the king filled the room before the doors were

I spent a while talking to her while she told me about her problems, but she also made an observation to me. “I can sense that something is tormenting her, I don't know what she might be going through. I have worked in the kingdom, I can stand how difficult it must be to live under so many rules, women are always subject to the demands of their husbands, but you... she said and smiled. "You are the daughter of King Henry, one of the most powerful, no one can hurt you." I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me.