His Queen Her King の小説・ストーリー

Circe shrieks causing heads to turn in our direction. “Enough,” The Queen says in a calm but commanding voice. It’s just above a whisper and yet filled with authority, “This is meant to be a chance for everyone to celebrate that soon they will have a new King. Our kingdom has suffered a loss, and tonight was to be a chance for them to take a reprieve from their mourning, to be reminded that there is still joy in the world. I will not have this squabble ruining it. Circe, regardless of the matter at hand, that dress is unbecoming of a High Born or an alleged future Queen. Sebastian, you are the future King, stop trying to cause a spectacle, it is an insult to the memories of those who gave th

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

It wasn't everyday you got to witness an actual ball in an actual palace. The table we were sitted around was for the 'high and mighty' people in the three realms. The highest and mightiest of the high and mighty in fact. This meant probably just the kings, queens, princes and princesses were allowed on this table. Of the three realms, only one of the kings had a wife and a cute little daughter. The other kings were Corey who was still unmarried and king Jacob who was also unmarried leaving a lot of vacant seats left. However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table.

Behind them, lesser gods and nymphs stood in respectful silence, their eyes fixed on the king. Zeus’s gaze fell upon them the moment they entered, and for a long moment, there was only silence in the great hall. His eyes moved from Hera – travel-stained and unadorned – to Artemis in her simple wool dress, to Apollo with his well-loved lyre, to Hermes with his mortal gifts still in hand, and finally to Eirene, who stood tall beside her mother despite the weight of his gaze. "Where have you been?" his voice boomed through the hall, shaking the very air around them.

Though phrased as a question, his tone was clearly brimming with certainty, yet he still gentlemanly observed proper etiquette. “Mmm… I… I don’t know… down there… it’s so itchy…” She spoke anxiously and incoherently, her delicate, lovely face filled with helpless desire. Her legs crossed restlessly, rubbing against each other in an attempt to ease the intense desire burning in her most intimate place. That sense of emptiness surged ceaselessly from the depths of her flower, a sensation that even her intertwined legs and the confined space between them could not alleviate. She sobbed helplessly as desire burned through her jade-like, smooth, white body—sensual and wanton, yet innocent and lus

"Seventeen, Sir." The king nodded thoughtfully, his tsked as he kissed his teeth. "Hmm, seventeen." He mused, his gaze lingering on her face. "Almost a woman." "Not for another few months," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing with colour at her own audacity. He called her a woman. She flushed from the embarrassment of how greatly the word pleased her. And the colour crept down her neck. The king's response was unexpected. He reached out and gently brushed two fingers over her cheek. "I see," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

They didn't like the fact that I was here to begin with and now, I had brought another woman to the throne. “So Elders, even though that is not the present situation, I would like to let you know that I am the first and only wife of the king and that is the same way that it will remain. Nothing will change it. I don't care if a thousand women come and say that they were pregnant for the King. My son will remain the heir. And no, you're not doing the King a favor by not telling him to marry this… person because he will not. I say so.” “My Queen, I believe the King should speak for himself -”

I noted him the way you note a drawn blade in a crowded room, and looked past him. But I forgot him soon enough. At the end of the hall stood twin thrones of gold so fine it looked like dragonfire still clung to the edges, and before them, the king and queen. King Cassius was exactly what I’d pictured the ruler of dragons to be — tall, unyielding, grey eyes that didn’t look at you so much as weigh you. Beside him, Queen Veronica wore her beauty like armor: strawberry-blonde hair pinned in an elegant twist, a gaze that quietly saw more than you wanted it to. Somewhere beneath their roof was the woman the prophecy meant — and I still did not know her face. The seers had given me no name, only

Only one Queen. This was not some drama or novels where a gorgeous, arrogant, overbearing filthy rich Prince fell in love with a commoner and lived happily ever after. This was reality! If he chose Sisley, for sure, without a doubt, his family would disown him. It was not like; he was the only one who was a male in the family. He still have cousins vying for the throne. He just so happened to be the oldest male next to his father and uncle.

The King said, ''You're talking about sacrificing your daughter to Zeze, how could you. "The Queen said, '' My daughter? we both know that she might not be mine, she is a whore just like you. "The King said, The Queen quickly slapped him with a tear rolling down her face the air in the room was intense. ''I don't care what you think of me but, I am not dying on the behalf of a whore can you tell me honesty are you ready to die for the Novella? "The King said,