King Queen 소설 & 이야기

“You want to know what I don’t understand?” Indigo said as he peeled a grumpacker in the seat across from me. Turning my gaze from the window of the carriage I’d been staring out to watch the Far Shore landscape pass by, I lifted my brows in amusement as he kicked back lazily on his cushion and hiked his boots up onto the padded bench next to me. “What’s that?” I asked. “Why…” he wondered, “is a woman who marries a king labeled a queen, but a man who marries a queen a mere prince?”

What was this little wart babbling about? "Kings have Queens," I put it for him in baby language, "when a king marries a pretty lady, " I played out, "she becomes queen and if he dies, she rules in his stead. If they do have a son he becomes king but if they only have a daughter well now, voila, look who's Queen," I explained, pushing a strand of my hair off my shoulder. "Not in Daromia," Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument.

He placed his lips against her own as they shared a kiss. The maids looked on in awe as the King and Queen publicly displayed their affection for each other. The King rarely smiled except towards his loving mate or their pup. He lifted her into his arms, breakfast forgotten. He carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. He peppered kisses on her neck. He was about to take off her dress when a knock sounded on the door. She pushed him off her and went to get the door. "Good morning sister-in-law" "Morning Eridian" he stepped into the room.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

That’s interesting. "Alright, do you think your queen knows who and what my parents are?" I asked Cassandra as I am really curious about them now. Maybe I can find some information about my father and know what my mother is. But I'm sad to know that she's dead already. And perhaps one of them is a vampire or a witch, if I really am a witch. This information is truly insane. "Yeah, very much. She knows a lot of things. She's the Queen of the Northern Witches. You’ll be glad to meet her, and she’ll be glad to meet you, too." She replied, sounding so excited.

Queen Rose was known for her calm demeanor and political acumen. She gave birth to twins, Princess Devura Locetag and Prince Char Locetag, both of whom were cherished for their intelligence and grace. No. 3: The Sitaga Kingdom, ruled by the seasoned King Pose Napo, a man in his sixties with two wives. First wife: Queen Alise Pragai, daughter of the esteemed General Pragai, was a figure of authority and respect. She bore King Pose three sons: Prince Paray Pose, Prince Prang Pose, and Prince Pangaman Pose.

They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village. "They're due to arrive by nightfall Father! I'm sure I'll be the one they pick. After all, I am the best of our family." Her eldest brother Seth's voice was clearly heard as she worked in the kitchen with her mother and younger sister Cerise. Carrying three plates into the dining room, she placed them down, one in front of her father, the other two in front of Seth and second oldest brother, Sebastian. Her mother and Cerise came out with the rest of the plates, o

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The heartbeats of the Lords were so fast and loud, I wondered if any of them could have actually done it. “So, Where is the Queen?” King Kael asked with an authoritative voice. “I will only ask once. WHERE IS SHE?!”

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"