Novel & Cerita If I Were A King

Ophelia, the witch queen entreated. Cursing mentally, I sighed and powered up my laptop. Allucard and Roman were online too. A conference call like this most times indicated another fucking problem in the realms. Whoever said that being a king was easy, obviously lied. Because ruling was never about ordering people around. Being King or Queen meant securing the welfare of our people in all aspects and ensuring that officers, ministers, and others were doing their jobs and not abusing the system. “Greetings comrades,” I hailed, despite my agitated mood.

I would let him know there were two targets now. There was no world in which I would stand for this kind of insolence. I was sick and tired of the disrespect. I would be king soon, king of an entire empire when I had my way. I would rule with an iron fist and people would not only honor and respect me, they would fear me. There was no one on earth as smart as I was.

Once again, before I could stop my mouth from speaking, I blurted out the very thing that would tip him over the edge. "You are no king!" My voice was hard, and determined but you could hear the fear it held as I clenched my fists, and finally stood up to my full height once again. “A king doesn't stand by and watch as his subjects are abused." By now the entire pack grounds had gone deadly silent. "A king, doesn't watch as, friends, siblings and parents are torn away from their families against their will to serve your kinds narcissistic rules." I was fuming, i knew I was going too far, but I couldn't stop myself from unloading everything that had built up over the last five years and even

I said softly, dumbstruck and too shocked to move from where I was standing. The one I have been teasing and playing with is The King ' I'm fucked ' I stood grazing at him like an idiot

Where the hell was I? I tried to think of what I knew about the new king but lost it. I only knew about the king before I was born. The king, Alfred, had ruled for what felt like an eternity. Decades before I was born, he had ascended to the throne, and now, well into his nineties, he continued to reign. Yet, he was a distant figure, rarely venturing to our part of the Pack. I had never seen him, and even my father, it was rumoured, had only fleeting encounters. Tales whispered of a fading mind, a king growing old and weary.

Avery said it was her new favorite and I had to quickly hide the smile on my face behind my mug. I got quiet after I explained where the tea came from, because so many memories came flooding back to me. Things were so much simpler when we were young. I often wish I could rewind time and I would have told my parents I wanted to be king. They could have helped me prepare for what was to come. I am also not happy with the guy I see when I look in the mirror. I need to change and get better after my Grand Ceremony. I will stand up to my brothers and tell them that I want to be the next king. I doubt that Clint would challenge me, but Cassius might. I don't want to fight my brothers, but some thi

“She blurs the boundary between crown and common.” “She gives speeches, appears in news cycles, stages charity efforts—” “I didn’t stage anything,” I said, before they could spiral. “And I didn’t ask for cameras. But I won’t apologize for helping people your policies ignored.” Silence. Then a scoff from someone behind the long table. “You think a king should waste his time on the wounded?” “No,” I said. “I think a king who forgets his people isn’t a king at all. He’s a tyrant in a palace.”

He could out-alpha the king easily—if he wanted to. He didn’t, of course. He didn’t need his designation to outplay the king. “I’m just somewhat curious, Your Majesty,” he said evenly. “Would you have recognized me as your son if you knew beforehand that your legitimate heir was going to be an omega? Even a filthy Xeus is probably better than a filthy omega, right?” The king’s face was nearly purple by now with rage. “Get out of my sight,” he said tightly. “I should have given you to paupers, you ungrateful—”

I first don’t know what to say, but then I stand up and move to them. “Stand up, all of you, please…”He orders, and they all do as they were told. “I have grown up knowing what I was supposed to become since I was eight years old, a king. But not only a king, the king over every Alpha or any King in our world.” I say, trying to stand right

In our own weird and strange way we are a family, and families stick together. Nothing within me wants to be their siren princess. I'm sure that's the only reason they want me. The king didn't appear to have any heirs when I visited him. Perhaps he has named me his successor. That is a role I don't want if it were ever offered to me. Imagine me being the princess of a foreign kingdom under the water. I wouldn't know the rules or culture down there. That's it I am grabbing my keys.