Novel & Cerita King Lear Edmund

Eobard looked at Kaze nervously, hoping the latter would be so gracious as to pardon his disappointing son. Staring at Eobard’s reaching hand, Kaze stepped back indifferently. “I’ll leave this to you. I hope you won’t let me down again,” Kaze said. Edmund got the message. If Edmund could not handle the situation correctly, he would lose his position. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lee. I hear you loud and clear.” Edmund knew what he had to do, and the weapon felt heavy in his hand. He had to grasp his only chance.

“Please, speak.” My father, King Edward, who was just as curious to hear what his younger brother had to say, placed his hands on the table and followed the conversation. “As you know, your father’s fourth cousin, King Abel of Soliste, has been trying to put a claim on this throne, and seeing as you are twenty-six and have yet to produce an heir—“

I am ready to end him and show him the power of a true queen. I turned to gaze at Edward, his once magnificent wings now limp and trailing on the ground, his clothes in shreds. The agony etched on his face as he struggled to stand was unmistakable. He needed me, and I could not let him down. With determination in my voice, I declared to King Liam, "I may not possess all the knowledge of this power, but what I do know is enough."

I jump from Theo and hide from the safety of the blanket again. “King Eugene. How long are you going to make me wait?!” It’s Klevon. Theo scratches his head and stands up from the bed. “After breakfast and bath!” “It’s late in the morning already!” “Oh, shut up! I don’t care! I am the King, you need to wait!” I hear grumblings and heavy steps from outside the room. I shift my attention to Theo, waiting for an explanation. “Harbin says that your basic education is done. All he needs to do is give you a list of books for further study,” Theo answers while wearing a robe and walking towards the breakfast table. I mimic him, taking a robe to cover myself and sit beside him.

Side by side and facing the small crowd of people that had gathered for the ceremony, Sir Theophilus spoke as loud as his voice could get, “To all the noble people, wolves, witches, ghosts, and every supernatural creature of the Lakewood Kingdom, I present to you King Lucius and his future Luna, Emelda. King Lucius will hold the fort of authority until we overcome our enemies who have taken King Cyrus away.” “LONG LIVE THE KING,” Sir Theo bowed to Lucius as his voice echoed through the hall. “LONG LIVE THE KING.” The crowd responded.

He was always the golden, perfect boy. “You don’t like it?” Emelda asked, studying my features. “What?” I asked, not quite understanding what she meant. “I saw you looking sad and I thought you didn’t like the dresses.” Emelda explained. “My goodness. No!” I said, appalled. “I was so surprised that the King was capable of such gestures.” “Of course, he is.” Emelda said with a face that told me not to be ridiculous. “The King is the kindest person I have ever known.”

“No one? What? Are you telling me that a rabid animal gutted those Lycans? If yes then I would like that animal to be brought before me this instant!” King William had been angry about the last disturbance that had to involve the imperial guards. I witnessed his anger when he had threatened to wipe everyone if he didn't find a chosen one. Time passed and no one had come out, no one would as they were all innocent. At least not until Daemon came out himself, I doubt he was going to do that. A single man pushed through the crowd and appeared before the king who lifted a brow, “Edmund, do you have something for me?” King William questioned.

THE PACK IS IN SHOCK, AND THEY ARE LOOKING TO ME FOR GUIDANCE. EVERGREEN IS MINE, MY KING. AND SOON, IT WILL BE YOURS. I read it twice. Once with my eyes. Once with my instincts. A laugh—quiet but sharp—escaped me. Poor Edmund. The man was a wolf wearing a crown he didn’t deserve. A king who did not see the dagger his own bride kept behind her back. He thought he had chosen well. He thought the Moon Goddess had blessed him with a “perfect luna.” But the fool didn’t know he was sleeping beside a viper.

I am ready to end him and show him the power of a true queen. I turned to gaze at Edward, his once magnificent wings now limp and trailing on the ground, his clothes in shreds. The agony etched on his face as he struggled to stand was unmistakable. He needed me, and I could not let him down. With determination in my voice, I declared to King Liam, "I may not possess all the knowledge of this power, but what I do know is enough."