King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume Novels & Stories

A sweet scented breeze billows in, the essence of jasmine and peony lingering in a way that makes my nose start to itch. "Wait...What did you just say?" Marek motions for me to step out of the carriage, looking unbothered by what he is telling me. "The King." "I know who he is," I say, stepping out and into the rain, which has thankfully lightened to a soft drizzle. Despite the rain, everything around us glistens, from the trees, to the sweeping garden that leads up to the manor. "How do you know the King?"

He looked helpless as his expression grew frantic. I sucked in a breath. It was a wrong move. His scent made my hormones crazy. I covered my nose. The alpha king sniffed his armpits. “Do I smell that bad?” Some of the servants stifled a laugh and straightened when they saw me looking at them. Returning my gaze to him, I answered, “You smell magnificent. I want to pocket your scent and turn it into a perfume.” The corner of my lips lifted. “I will be crazy rich if I do that.”

warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS FACED WITH A THREAT ] (a few hours before she spots the threat) The unique smell of horses reach my nostrils as I inch closer to the white horse that the King has prepared for me. Still at the King's Mansion, I brace myself to settle on the tall animal.

It smelt beautiful; freshly cut grass and honey. The presence next to the large green eyed man terrified Klara, the power and dominance made her want to shrink, become invisible. She hadn’t even seen him, she daren't look but she knew he had to be the King… the bloodthirsty, torturous, greedy King. But she had to swallow those thoughts, her whole life she’d been taught to despise and hate the royal family… they were imposters. She gulped “My King.” She bowed her head and then extended her neck in submission. “I'm sorry I came onto your land… I didn't know where to go.”

Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition. I couldn’t manage to breathe until I heard myself murmur, “No. No, no, no.” I dialed him immediately. He answered on the second ring. “Elara,” he greeted with warmth. “Tell me what I just saw on TV isn’t real.” He laughed. Laughed! “I knew you’d be the first to call.” “Alaric!” I snapped. “You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?”

No doubt who’s more ‘dangerous’ among them. “Shut up.” He growled at Landon, eliciting laughter from his second, before walking to his seat. I took that as my cue to leave, but— “Cassia! Come here.” What again? I thought as I gingerly approached the riled-up king. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?” “Stand next to me… Your scent is soothing.” He added the last part after a few seconds of silence. I was stunned. So was Reckon, as he cleared his throat—painfully awkward—before discussing his business with the king. “… And as discussed earlier, I’ll send the security details floor plan for the event tomorrow morning.”

ALANNA My heart starts to beat faster, my stomach churning uneasily. The king sits up, his burning gaze intense. I swallow hard, my gaze rooted to the floor. I have just committed a crime. What's my punishment? What if they decide to whip me a hundred times? What if I'm going to be thrown into a furnace? "I'm s-so s-s sorry, I shouldn't have c-come h-here. P-please don't be mad at me. I'll be g-good from now on" I stutter, tears blurring my vision. I'm panicking too much to even notice that the king has gotten out of bed and is now standing right in front of me with his robe untied. I don't notice his presence until I perceive the sweet smell of roses and lavenders. Oh my God. What smells so

“Yes, he's been back since this morning. Your gift was the reason he left." "Is he okay?" The king looked her straight in the eyes. 'My son could not have made a better choice', he thought. “Yes, he is fine. And now, as we speak, he is in the library waiting for me to tell him what you thought of his gift." He replied and opened the box. Skye's eyes widened. He had never seen anything so beautiful. So special. "Oh my god, it's gorgeous!" It was a necklace made of gold. "Queen Aine, the king addressed her. "I think it's time for your input."

She felt so uneasy Her breath hitched a bit as her eyes glued to him. He was putting on a long robe, red in color and flecked with some gold at the hem His eyes were so dark; so dark they made Roseline wonder if they'd been through hell. That was the same handsome King she had healed. And right there, he was looking more charming; more powerful. "My King!" The woman in the room stood up and bowed immediately, her voice interpreting so much fear and respect. Roseline just stood by and watched; she had never bowed for any one in her entire life - never. Well, that was because she had been locked up the whole time.