King Of The Narrow Sea Novels & Stories

His eyes are so narrow now, I can barely see them. “I meant Snowcrest and Starfall. Aren’t there more? Isn’t there a kingdom across the sea called Sundrop Gem?” He nods slowly. “Yes, but it’s quite small compared to Dun’s Crossing. I don’t know why it’s called that. Maybe the first king was named Dun.” “Didn’t you learn about that in school?” I challenge him. “I thought the first king was your great-great-great grandfather or something.” A few of the women who took care of me when I was little would tell me bits and pieces of history from time to time.

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

The King's bedroom, usually a non-entry zone for non-royals, becomes the stage for a confrontation of emotions. I walk into the room from the balcony, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the emotional storm. "Archie, hey." He strides towards me, his towering height and broad shoulders a stark contrast to the delicate situation. His hair is untamed, a reflection of the chaos within the royal walls, but his eyes hold a depth of understanding. "Are you okay, little one?" I nod, "Yeah, just trying to wrap my head around the whole thing without giving myself whiplash and throwing up."

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

The map answered. Images formed above it. Black ships travelling beneath the sea. Not floating. Walking on long jointed legs across the ocean floor. Each vessel carried cages filled with sleeping wolves. At the front sailed Grandmother’s ship. Red sails. Dark crown. The false king stood beside her. Cael’s voice drifted from the stairs. You are too late. He leaned against the wall, burned hands wrapped in strips torn from his coat. Ren raised his spear. Cael laughed. Kill me and lose the route.

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

Arthur sighed, “The Royal family unified all the territory out to the Brown Valley…” Daphne remained quiet as he went on explaining how he’d poked around in his father’s study and a room that had appeared to be a hall of records before they left. He’d found records about taxes, tribute, and correspondence to as far out as the sea. Brown Valley was remote, but it wasn’t the smallest or the most remote. “There’s a pack near the sea, Blue Shores, and they have a lot of trade, but they’re so small because of the weather there…. Nearby them, there’s Black Docks…”

Sea kingdom Spring in the Sea Kingdom was unlike any season on land. The tides rolled in softer, the ocean’s pulse slowing just enough to cradle life gently. Schools of fish twirled in elegant patterns, dancing beneath shafts of sunbeam that pierced the deep, and corals bloomed in vibrant hues. It was the season of birth, a time of peace and celebration. But when Jolene was born, the palace was silent. Pierce Ledger, King of the Sea, stood unmoving as the midwife announced, "A girl, Your Majesty."

Ishida’s father was singing old tunes and shouting at the top of his lungs by the time he lurched through the doorway of his house. “Hear me, oh great king of Petropolis! I am but an ambitious sailor determined to have a glimpse at good old Rexius’ wonderful empire! I am certain that you have the same intentions, but the truth is: I am the king of the high seeeeeeeeeeeeas! Wherever you send your battle fleets, I shall be there to intercept and destroy them! “And, with all due respect, your highness, I’m afraid your navy is trapped in the Petropolis Sea, in which my forces have encircled!” Ise roared in high spirits as he fired a pistol shot into the ceiling.

Cracks formed in the floor, leaking ancient, freezing brine. ​"The Sunken Throne is the anchor of the Grey Sea," the King explained. A cold, cruel smile touched his slate-colored lips. "If I break the anchor, the ocean will reclaim the land. The Citadel, the mountains, the Southern Plains—all will be silenced. And I will rule over a world of salt and bone." ​"Not while I breathe," Kaelen roared.