I Am The Monarch Mga Nobela at Kwento

But now that years have passed and I was under the pressure of being a princess, the pressure of ruling a whole species, I'm not just any princess, I'm the princess of the dragons, I'm a dragon myself. My name is Amber Draca, her royal highness princess Amber Draca, the princess of the dragons, the next in line to be the strongest ruler in the world, well I'm the strongest Ruler of dragons and the ruler of the whole of the UK. Being the princess also means that I'm not the one to choose my future, mine is written and decided since before my birth, I was meant to marry Prince Oscar, we were born at the same time, and raised together. Oscar was my childhood crush, my best friend, and my secret

I said not wanting to think about how she had not ate since the last time I went in there. "You can't be serious right now. You are being reckless and." My fathers words were cut short by me taking away his voice. "I have an eternity to make her submissive and a obedient wife. I am in no rush." I stated not having time for anyone's nonsense. "Alexan is right. You are losing more and more power every day and." I raised my hand up as I slowly looked up at Zavier. "I appreciate your concern but I know what I doing. I am the king and she will learn that I will not bend for her." I exclaimed.

At least, that is what she had assumed for she had looked at the man as an older brother. "Greetings, to the both of you." He greets as he headed towards the two, his pale blue eyes staring at Bella with caution. "I am the Panthers' leader and the Kingston heir but you can call me Lucas." The man introduced himself, glancing at the guns the two held. "Okay then, Lucas. Explain your proposal." Bella spoke, waving at Lucas to continue. "We won't be doing such thing. Not until you two remove your mask, at least."

Because that was how the monarchy had come to sustain. "There is another way," I had said, my voice ringing through the silent hall. I had looked at Dustan then, my husband, my king, my love. He had known what I was going to say before the words left my lips. I saw it in his eyes—the grief, the acceptance, the love that burned brighter than any crown. "The monarchy is the poison," I continued. "It must end. Not just the king—the very concept of a single ruler, a single pack dominating all others. We must break the kingdom into pieces. Independent packs, each governing themselves.”

She raised her head, her height was above 6 feet, plump and gorgeous, her lips were pinky, and she picked up her long dress. Walking like a queen, she made her way to the front, and the prince looked back, oh my God. My angel. "You look stunning," he replied. They stood in the same location, complementing each other's appearance. As the current king of this magnificent kingdom, the monarch said, "I hereby present to you the new crowned king and the queen of this iron throne," removing his royal crown made of steel and placing it on Kohl's head, "the crown represents authority, power, and leadership. There were yells and shouts, and happiness ensued. The monarch signalling, and there was stil

I asked seriously because this is a very serious thing. “We promise,” Cameron and Camellia said "I'm not an ordinary wolf nor my family either, we...we're royals, I'm Olivia Cave, Michaelson Dyson, young heiress to the Dyson throne, the most powerful and oldest of the wolves in existence, and we're kind of undercover now," I said calmly so they wouldn't panic. "That's...." Cameron said with open eyes “Brilliant as hell,” Camelia said in amazement "But why are you undercover now?" Cameron said

Others leaned in, hungry for the spectacle. Richard’s gaze remained locked on his mother. “And in the absence of the king,” he continued, voice steady, “I am the one with the power.” For a heartbeat, no one moved. Ivana looked like she couldn’t breathe. Because in that sentence, Richard didn’t only correct her title. He stripped her authority. He reminded the court, and her, that she was not the monarch. She was attached to the monarch. And if the monarch was unconscious behind ICU doors, her attachment meant nothing.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Almira said with a sweet smile that had Amber narrowing her eyes at the old bitch. "What does that invitation have to do with you?" Amber asked, the grimness in her tone intensified. "There's so much you still have to learn. You are a Crone. An abomination yet still a Crone. It's about time you meet the real Monarch. It's time you meet the Rightful King, one who does not need to rule to be acknowledged." "I will if I got any free time to spare to meet this mysterious monarch, you spoke about." Amber shot back in a bored tone as she was about to turn to leave but it seemed like Almira was not done yet.

James laughed along as well. Did they just make fun of me? Oh! Sounds like these kids do not believe me! An exciting idea flashed in my head. Starring at them like this, I couldn’t help myself but sigh and wonder if my plan would work well. I am the Queen of Slytherland. Reigning Monarch from the Bree Dynasty, no other than Queen Alexandra III – I was named Donny Alexandra Zachy upon birth. Right after my father, the late King Arthur Mcflurry Linkoln Zachy died, I was enthroned by my legal right as the oldest child, heir to The Crown. I am the Twenty-Eighth ruler of this Kingdom celebrated Diamond Jubilee just this week.