His Queen Her King Novels & Stories

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.

The Queen leaped closer to him, and assured, “I don't care whatever happened in the past, but I believe that it was for our good. I wouldn't have imagined life without you.” She kissed him fervently. Although, he reciprocated, but he was cold. “I love you, my King,” she whispered. He responded weakly, and she was disturbed. Previously, at such point, he would have been more romantic, and wished to raise her skirt, but he was not forthcoming. She stopped, and looked into his wet eyes, and she comforted, “It is okay, my dear. We have prevailed over our challenges.” He nodded, and rested his head on the headrest. The horny Queen persisted, but the King was cold. Nevertheless, she pulled out he

She walked straight to Devi, her grumpy face a mask of pure, unadulterated spite. She reached out and took his glass, or what was left of it, and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Then, she leaned in, her lips inches from his ear. "If I'm the Queen," she whispered, her voice a lethal, mean purr, "then I'm the one who decides who lives and who dies. And I've decided that the first head on the chopping block is yours." Devi's hand slammed onto her waist, pulling her flush against him in front of everyone. His obsessive grip was a brand. "I've been waiting for you to try, baby. But remember... a Queen is nothing without her King."

The Queen’s eyes again go red, but this time they seem to burn brightly. “There is no one. Get the hell out of here,” the Queen screams. “My Queen,” The king pats her hand. “He is talking about Quinn.” “Quinn will never be a queen. She is trash. A salve,” the queen is screaming. “Sire, please let me meet this Quinn,” I ignore the queen’s tantrum. “If you let her meet him, I will leave you,” The queen sneers. “Make him forget. Turn him away.”

“I don’t want or need you, I’ll run it without you” “Baby girl, every queen needs her king”, I tell her. “Don’t get it twisted”, she snaps back. “Every king may need his queen, but there isn’t a queen alive that ever really needed her king”! “Ride me for it then”, I challenged. “What do you mean?”, she asks.

“Go spend time with her.” “I have no queen.” “Sure,” I laughed. Suddenly, the king wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close against him. I gasped, shocked, as powerful sparks coursed through my body from his touch. He moved in closer, pointing at me with the hand holding his glass. “You listen to me very well now, little mate,” he began, and I looked up into his intense eyes. “I have only one queen, and that is my mate. She is standing right in front of me.”

I corrected him, and he laughed. "From today until my last breath for me, you are my Queen," he said, looking at me and promising me with his eyes. "But you will always be my Beast," I promised.

He groaned in the calm, deadly voice of his. Fleurie's hand grew clammy and it became a struggle to say what she thought. " Do you think she would make a good queen? I have met her yesterday and she does not possess these qualities your majesty. I think you're making a mistake. She's not who you think she is, Your majesty. Please, rethink your decision." She rushed out, bowing her head. Silence fell and it dragged for so long, Fleurie started fidgeting. She couldn't look up at him, but the coldness that settled on her back showed her just how furious the king was now. Fleurie began hyperventilating.

Astrid rolled her eyes, glaring hard at the three girls who still stood in her way "It's his majesty to you" Greer started, stepping closer to Astrid. "And it is meant to happen, whether you like it or not Audrey is the King's mate" she stressed the king more than any words to get her point across. "And he loves her more than his own life and he would not think twice before leaving this kingdom all for her so it's either you accept it or you don't. It won't change anything"

Her studies accelerated as the royal wedding loomed near, but Viktor's reassuring presence during rides through the countryside or quiet meals on the veranda sustained her. One late afternoon, Amy wandered into the palace library seeking new reading material. Rounding a corner, she stumbled onto Viktor seated stiffly across from an elegant silver-haired woman and imposing bearded man - his parents, the King and Queen Dowager. "This Anglo girl seems pleasant enough," the Queen was saying in a bored tone, "but surely we can find a more suitable bride of proper noble lineage now that the engagement mania has died down." "Mother, you gave your word to respect my choice of wife," Viktor bit out t