His Queen Her King の小説・ストーリー

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

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

She had been the one fixing the nails for her. "Oh my! Why do you think he's calling for me? Isn't it obvious enough?" Valerie beamed. "Cara is gone, Roseline is gone, and now he wants me. He wants me. I'm the only lady in his heart!" She paused and laughed so hard with her maid. "Ah! I don't need to waste anymore time. Let me quickly get ready to meet my King" she stood up and scrutinized her look in frontof the mirror. In a short while, she was walking towards the King's chambers, her head held up high in royalty as she took lovely steps.

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.

It is quite ironic you see. She looks at Roan and continues, ''The King of the Sea was cursed by the witch queen to a life that stands still, without joy or reproduction. Trapped in his little Kingdom of the Sea only to leave once a year to find a virgin because only when the lost heir would fall in love with him then the curse would be broken. Imagine my joy when Roan told me that he had found the heir. All he had to do was make her fall in love with him which shouldn't be hard for a handsome guy like him. I mean all the ladies before you fell for his charm only to end up in his garden. And then when you finally fell in love, he delivered you to me like the good little dog he is. I must adm

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

" Aileen asked as soon as their lips departed. "You're the one who energized me, my only love. You were fine calling me Shaun a while ago, so why calling me with distant honor again?" The King kissed Aileen again until they were exchanging a passionate kiss. The Queen admitted that he was a good kisser compared to her fiance, and with that thought, she started feeling disgusted by herself again. Even if she wanted to stop, it's not possible because it would be weird if the Queen abstained from fulfilling her duty to the ruler of the kingdom she was trapped in. She reminded herself that it was part of her way to live in this strange world.

She stood tall, her jaw locked, her eyes burning with a cold, triumphant light. "That's a bold claim, Charlotte," the High Priest murmured. He didn't pick up the cloth. He didn't even lean in. He just stared at it, his fingers laced together over his gold-embroidered robes. "The King’s bed is his own. To suggest his Queen is anything but the girl from the North—"