Novel & Cerita His Queen Her King

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time. These were the queens of the strongest kings in the realm. If the king loses his queen the kingdom will collapse. Motherfucker indeed. ______________

She advised but when I was going to protest, she grabbed my hand. "I know what I mean, Etta !" She deadpanned, half-yelling my name, "You are both heart and the mind, that is who the queen has to be, and your King, the strength and the will." She stated, dragging herself up on the bed so she was seated.

“You may have reached a point in your life where nothing matters, but that doesn’t mean you can just wake up, fall in love, announce a claim on me, and expect to win me over.” With a flick of her finger, the door behind them exploded with a deafening boom. “I’m not something you can have just because you can’t control your lust, Ryker Wraithe,” she said, now standing barely an inch from him. “I am the Queen who chooses her king…” She paused for a moment, meeting his wolf’s eyes, and added, “and that king is not you.” Her voice rang out in the room, her white-golden aura flaring with power. Without another word, she turned and left.

and she giggled again and spun around, clapping her hands. “That silly boy was too consumed with forcing you to submit to him.” She stopped and grinned at me. “Everyone knows that a Queen doesn’t submit, she consents. And she will only consent to the King that she trusts. She never gives her power away, she shares it.” My head was beginning to hurt with all of what she was saying. I wasn’t sure what I did or didn’t understand or what she was saying. “This proved that he was never worthy to rule as King by your side.” and she winked, “And thus I rejected his claim on us,” she stood looking proud of herself, and I couldn’t help but grin back. But then it dawned on me.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

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.

Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. M

He knelt in front of her and bowed. “We are Petrovas. We do not bow or bend.” She said simply. “We are unbreakable!” She added as she helped him up and hugged him. That hug was years in the waiting. Years of separation! Years of longing! When she turned to the stage, she had retained her regal demeanor. “Welcome to my home!” She started. It let everyone know who was in charge. She was the heir. She was back. She was going to claim everything that was hers.

Shakily, I lift my eyes to stare the Lycan King in his green eyes. Maybe I should not have looked, maybe I should have avoided eye contact at all costs, because teh moment I look him in the eyes, my soul shatters into a million pieces. The Lycan King is my other half; the other half that completes me, nearly half the population in Alkhemi are aware of this, and yet, I couldn't choose him as my King. I let out a shaky breath, trying my best to keep my emtions under control as I say, "I am the King's Maiden. Sin's Queen." I swallow.