I Am The Monarch Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ethan left the room, but this time he didn’t rush. Later he brought a tray filled with five plates of meals and a glass of orange juice. “Now, eat it. You’ll need a lot of energy.” “Do you cook it yourself?” “Of course not. I have a cook and a maid who helps me here.” I nodded. “You can pay a cook and a maid. Then you must be a rich man.” Ethan shrugged. “Well, I’m a leader. My people call me Alpha King. So, it’s normal, I guess.”

"We can share it... we can share the throne... we can rule the Eden together..." "I don't share with thieves," I snarled, my teeth bared, my face inches from hers. "And I don't rule cages. You wanted to know who I am? I’m the one who stayed in the mud until the mud became a mountain. I’m the 'Sovereign' because I earned the name—one debt at a time."

I'm not letting her go. I tucked the comforter over to her chest. My attention dragged to her face. My gaze slid down and leisurely climbed its way back up, hovering over her lips. I wanted to crush my lips once again. She needed to rest. She's new to all this. I wasn't hoping for her to be untouched. My lips slightly pulled up. I'm the new king, struggling under the weight of my new position. I'm thankful she had sent the pictures and video clip to her parents and my parents. Otherwise, I would be facing a lot of damage. I don't believe in remnants of the family fortune. I'm a Royal businessman. Many wanted to tear me down. She seriously gave my heart a jolt when I received a call from my f

“Then if you don’t want me to read your mind, tell me what it is you want to say.” “Nothing, I also just like the story of Cassiopeia. The mother who had to choose between sacrificing her daughter or her kingdom. She chose to sacrifice Andromeda for the greater good of her kingdom.” Brea said as she looked at her brother intently. She tried her best to feel what he was feeling. “If your Andromeda is Layla, what is the greater good of your kingdom?” Brea asked. She has always been a straightforward person; she did not have a subtle bone in her body and never tried to pretend that she did.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Guardian Shelliot placed a plate in front of me. The egg and cheese stuck out at the side of the sandwich. My gaze slid to the communication box singing and dancing. No, I was not. Prince Mitchalus has been calling me non-stop since sunrise. I was ignoring him. Who was he to dismiss me? I was royalty like him. He was going to be King, head of the monarchy, but I was to be Queen. It would happen whether we completed our matched or not. I deserved better than to be spoken to like a subject.

It was Mami that got the courage and drag me out of the room, with her cause I was also just sitting there crying. I started working as the Crown Princess, future Queen, since I can only be a Queen when my husband is the King, at first I suggest that Mami should take over, but the King reject it, saying that I am next in line as the Queen so is only natural that I resume the work now.

He could still defend against heavy assaults. "I get it, Monarch." Everyone's spine tingled when they heard Dray's cold voice. They were also taken aback by the manner in which Dray addressed me. Monarch. That wasn't just any ordinary title. Monarch, Emperor, and King are titles reserved for persons wielding enormous power. There was, however, only one emperor in this empire. Who was this monarch, then? Even Rui was taken aback. Despite the fact that she was employed by the young master, she was not entirely familiar with him.

she said. "The king's bed is important, but the monarch himself is not?" He had a chuckle to himself. Who really mattered was the monarch. It's possible that he didn't know I was a hidden princess, but he did know that I worked as his maid; we're talking about a friggin maid here. "Yeah. sleeYou are advising me to sleeo with the monarch." I said while trying to contain my sarcasm. He nodded. "And the king is commanding you to carry out these instructions."

He didn't need his royal title to earn an enormous sum of money. But what about his goal? His purpose? He always wanted to be a King. Not because of some messily egoistic claim for power and riches, but because he loves his country. Been dreaming of a new era for his Kingdom. A country that would flourish and continue to flourish no matter the tribulations to come under his rule. This was already engraved in his bones. Set his future in stone. A title which already became a part of him, making him whole. This. This was something he could never give up.

Maia gave her ancestor the go ahead, to which he obliged willingly, "What is the difference between you and all other rulers out there?" Maia wasn't sure where her predecessor was going with this, but it wasn't a difficult question to answer. Although it sounded irrelevant to the issue at hand, she still replied, "They are all men. I'm the only ruling female monarch on Kelan." She was now curious. The answer didn't seem germane to the topic they were discussing. She waited for her father's grandfather to clear the fog of confusion that had comfortably taken up its position in her pretty head. "Hehe. Don't look so eager", the older gentleman orated. "I'm getting there", he continued, as he po