Novel & Cerita King Lear Edmund

Desmond was a grown man acting like a spoiled brat. “Look at this silly thing talking to me anyhow,” Williams sputtered. “Do you know who I am?” Oh God. Here we go again. “You’re Chief Williams. What else are you?” Edwina replied with a sneer, her words sharp enough to draw blood. “Now let me tell you a secret—if the King was someone like King Leonidas of Mercia, I would be very scared, because that man is someone whose bad side you don’t want to get on.”

Liam couldn't do anything to Eskylrious cause , he was the crown prince of England , King Charles's heir and future King of England . ' Damn that prince ! Who the fuck does he think he is , to do as he pleases just because he's the Heir to the royal throne of England ?!...How dare he ?!....How dare he kiss the lips of my Kiara ?! ' thought Liam with an expression filled with hate . Liam glared at Eskylrious while he looked at him with a proud composure .

I wanted to hear what was going to be said. He shrugged. “Fine.” He stood aside as I got off the bed and stepped into my foot wear. He opened the door and let me walk through. My fingers trembled and I felt cold fingers crawl up my spine. I didn't know what to expect. Edmund never had my best interest at heart and Raphael? He was an Alpha. The strongest of our time. Despite being nice to me, I knew royalty only acted for thier selfish interest. We walked into the throne room and Edmund got off his seat.

Two men were in my house, each taking a knee, and bowing their heads at me. “Forgive the intrusion, Sir, but the time has come,” the man said, as they both got to their feet. “The time for what?” I asked him, and the flames in my hands burned brighter. “Your Highness, we’re not here to enter into a battle with you. The time has come for you to take your rightful place,” he said. “What?” I asked him, surprised, and the flames in my hands died down. “My name is Edmund, and I’m a Zeta from the royal house of St. Claire, of which you are the Crown Prince. My companion is Ashton, also a Royal Zeta,” he said.

King Edmund. Jacob paused, considering the best way to describe him before continuing, "He's a capable person. He's well-versed in both civil and military matters. He followed Prince Arthur for a long time and earned a reputation for virtue in Westhaven. But his nature is rather unhinged. "Back in the day, when Grand Princess Lisandra and Prince Arthur were watching over him and with Marshal Liam guiding him, his true nature didn't show. That's why Grand Princess Lisandra supported his rise to power. What she didn't know, though, is that in his heart, the kingdom and the people don't come before his brother."

When Astrid passed, the man seemed to be muttering to himself in a voice so low that only Astrid could hear him. "The Dragon Book is red, the second shelf from left, fourth from bottom." Astrid passed the man without looking, but she searched the shelf in question and found a book about dragons with a red cover. She pulled the book from the shelf and found it connected to the empty side behind the shelf. Edmund's face was visible through the gap, waiting for Astrid while pretending to read a book. "Where's Leonard?" whispered Edmund. “He is the current king. He wants to make me queen in two months,” whispered Astrid.

“Yes, you do, my smart little girl.” “What happened next, grandpa?” “Soon, the king’s retinue of men dispersed except for one man, the Duke of Kent. The king went to live in the storm out in the open moors. The Duke of Kent eventually shelters him and the word comes that Cordelia and her husband, the king of France, are invading England to give Lear back the throne.” “And Cordelia wins?” Little Alex asked excitedly. Benjamin shook his head, snuffing her excitement. “She loses and then is captured to be executed.”

Now the one that had the good spirit, spirit of light in him or her was called the chosen and he was as powerful as he was. Fleki closes the scroll before they could finish everything. “Why did you do that” Edward asks him. “We did not even finish reading everything, we don’t know what came by after all that information Fleki” Edward shouts at him and opens the scroll and looks foe anything helpful. “This is all bullshit, how can that even be true huh!!!” Fleki is pissed of with some reason only known to him. “So what does this makes you huh! A king??? No way?” he asks Edward who is busy looking at the book and comes to the name of his dad, the previous chosen one, Acwulf.

His eyes looked around the room once more. Where was Madeline? "So, we are here as your elders and members of your royal cabinet, to ask you what is going on." Edward sighed and looked towards the men again. "Well, as you have noted, there would be no celebrations for my son's hunt..." The murmurs that erupted from the elders was enough to deafen him. Annoyed, Edward screamed, demanding their silence and attention. "As you all know, Lancelot is a very quiet and private man, so he decided to make it so." Edward stated, his tone taking a definite form.