King And The Paladin Novels & Stories

Elder Alfred Maria's father answered " lady why as this gotten to me...you should have done something about it before now" the king snapped " sorry your majesty I am already working on it " she answered in fear " five day is what you get, if after five days it is not resolve. you will be strip of you title and sent to the lowest region of the kingdom, as punishment for not being able to do your job well" the king stated. "my Lord that will be all for now" Caldwell said

A magnificent palace that is many times the size of the mansion in Broughton Country, with dozens of servants and ladies-in-waiting who are deliberately prepared to serve him while in the Kingdom. It only took a few seconds to move Kinsley and Allard from the study in the Broughton Country mansion to the private room in the Palace. As soon as he exited the teleportation portal, Kinsley saw Roland, who had the position of his right-hand man in the Palace, sitting on the sofa reading the notebook in his hand. "Have you waited long for me, Roland?" Kinsley asked. He walked over to Roland with Allard behind him. Seeing that his King had returned, Roland put down his notebook and stood facing him

“Suited for his place, we give him the present he deserves. Don’t worry Your Highness, you will join him soon” And so Pallad’s chuckle covered the whole place as he saw how helpless the king was. ‘I was your dog before but look at you now, if I ask you to bark, what is your difference with one?’ Ruling his land with all his heart, he did no wrong but ended up falling from his reign for a sin he never did. In the center of the kingdom’s palace, with a podium created especially for him, Alexis had his hands cuff-tied. Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

“Three hundred and seventy-eight knights …” King Terrowin’s voice echoed around the dark throne room, then silence followed; a dead, cold silence. He stood from his blue crystal-made seat and then climbed down the wide steps. “One grand knight …” the king continued. Kael was in front, kneeling, with his head looking down on the blue floor. He had just returned from their huge loss after their encounter with the Forgotten Winter. And being alone with the Cold King made his heartbeat race, as if chased by death itself.

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

The second I stepped within the palace walls, it was snatched from me by the king, like usual. “The final Trial of the games,” the king grins, licking his lips, “is a fight to the death against the very person who turned you into my champion.” No. No, no, no… I slowly turn around. Kaleb is several yards behind me, beaten to a near pulp, his wrists raw and bloody and held in manacles of iron so thick he can’t use his brute strength to bend them away, but he’s tried. His eyes meet mine in the haze, smoke lying low and rolling around our ankles. He shakes his head, saying, “Why did you come back?”

Queen Asalea sheepishly smiled and King Timodore laughed heartily. II A day after King Timodore cast his spell at the Knostican Kingdom, a group of armed men tried to intrude on the palace. They looked at the splendor of the palace outside. As far as they know based on the tip given to them by their boss, the strong King and the Queen of this Palace only stayed here sometimes and tonight, they are not around. They will be free to take over this Kingdom from the right-hand man of the King and Queen named Marshall. That info was also fed to them by their boss.

The massive palace gates slammed shut behind Kael with a final, heavy thud that shook the ground beneath his feet. The sound was an ending. One moment, he was Duke Kael of Cinderfell, a war hero standing in the heart of power. The next, he was a man standing alone in the cold night air, the King's last words still ringing in his ears. "You are a hero of this kingdom, Kael. But until you renounce that... that creature, you are no longer welcome within these walls. Do not attempt to return."

Unfortunately, it needed to be done, and they couldn’t do anything but to counter whatever their enemies were trying to do. The moment they stepped out of the castle; it was officially declared. A war was already being declared – whether they liked it or not. *** POV: King Hades Pierce His darkened aura instantly intensified as he felt the odd aura that was surrounding the entire castle. The moment they saw he and Raven graced the courtyard, the alpha of the packs that still remained as the Hunting Game halted, instantly went near them, But they didn’t say a word, for the King and the Prince’s emotionless expression and impeccable strong dark aura effortlessly made their spine shiver.