How Old Is König Wife Novels & Stories

Reuben offered her a brisk bow. I eyed the woman Reuben bowed to, and there she stood; the Queen Dowager of Reveldron in all her grandeur. She was the legal wife of the late King and probably the mother of the present King. Hence, she was unlike any woman I had ever met before. She had pale blonde hair, almost the colour of silver-gold which she wore curled very plainly. It wasn't that bland colour that's just a shade nicer than the white of old age; it was streaked with warm hues and gave her some ardour, complementing her pale face rather than making her look washed-out. Her eyes, which casted the brilliance of sapphire, were perfectly beautiful, and yet were at the same time full of magni

I knew that King Erik’s and my age gap was only eighteen years but to a ten-year-old, that seemed ancient. She patted me on the cheek. “When you’re older it won’t seem like such a big deal,” she said. She was wrong. I was nineteen which made King Erik thirty-seven. He was too old and too angry for me. I didn’t want to wed him, and I didn’t want to bed him, but I was a woman in Oremgoth. We weren’t given any choice in our future. I was especially trapped because a soothsayer predicted that I was going to be the one to unite the four kingdoms.

He had dark grey hair and the most gorgeous shade of emerald green she has ever seen. Behind the man on the throne were more women. The 20-year-old Omega couldn't count them all out but she could assume 10 to 15 women. All donning the same matching red dresses and shining jewelry, with most of them looking over the age of 25 and the youngest standing at 18 years. The eldest woman in red stood closest to the Vampire King; whereas the youngest sat on the knees while leaning either against his legs or the throne. It made the Alpha look more like a sultan than a king.

"What the fuck else is there?" "Your wife," he explains. "I don’t think you know this, but she is the CEO of a rather large fashion industry now, and her company has already announced the revival of your marriage." Of course they did. Why the hell wasn’t I surprised? After that stunt, she pulled back at the condo. I wouldn’t put anything past her, and I was sure that my father had already confirmed it. "What do you intend to do about the rumors that are flying about Miss King being your mistress in your wife’s stead?"

The woman seated upon the sofa rises almost immediately. “Serena dear, come here.” Her voice is warm, familiar and affectionate. The Dowager Queen, Cassius’ mother, is a stunning woman in her mid-forties- still very young. The average life-span for nobles is about two hundred years old, so forty to fifty years old is really nothing. That’s barely starting life. If Cassius’ father hadn’t died too early, Cassius wouldn’t have been forced to inherit the throne and she would still be Queen today. But fate had other plans.

Everyone was either too polite or too drunk to point out that little tidbit, or perhaps the King was probably beginning to grow senile to realize that and his stupid wife simply enjoyed taking advantage of said senility, wasting their money away for throwing stupid parties like this instead of other useful causes. Either way, the Crown Princess, now at age 20, decides she could not care less about her useless ‘parents’ in this fine evening as she raises her wine glass to her crimson-painted lips and closes her eyes as she relishes the taste. “Almost perfect…” she murmured, softly. It would be perfect. It should be perfect.

The man had a majestic appearance and there was a tinge of rage on his handsome face. The woman had a veil in front of her face so her appearance could not be seen. However, her long legs would astonish many people. She looked like she was 175cm tall and her long legs were about 100cm long. At first glance, she looked as if legs reached all the way to her neck. Moreover, her eyes were glazed over and they were dripping with seduction. She was definitely a devilishly beautiful woman, but unfortunately, her face was covered. These two were the most outstanding youngsters in this generation of the King family.

Did not feel the Prince and his wife married a few months. Not only do they always live their lives happily, all of their relatives who already have their respective partners are no less happy. Moreover, the royal secret agent has also married the woman he loves most. Currently, the age of the womb is two months. It could be said that Charlotte was gaining weight, but her stomach didn't look too bloated yet. All the activities he did began to decrease, remembering the obstetrician's warning for the health of the tiny baby in the womb.

Not so much, everyone has to hold on to the time to order. Later that day, the King called Eric into the Library to complain about why he couldn't make the Queen a wedding dress like that. “Your Royal Highness and the Queen are already married, wouldn't it be too weird to hold it again? I got this idea, how many years have you and my sister been married?" "It's been eight years."

She hadn’t even been told. Why her? She had no say in the matter. Denying the king’s request was out of the question. Her only hope was Karl. Maybe he would object, maybe he’d save her from the torment. But he said nothing. The king remained calm. “Your wife is part of the family now. She must partake in our traditions.” Prince Karl looked like he might explode. “Then why am I not the one assisting her?” Karl shouted from across the table, his face red with fury. “This is insane!”