King Richard And Robin Hood Novels & Stories

’ In a moment, I finished freshening up and as I opened the door, Richard stood hidden beside a pillar in front of me, spying on Kevin and my dad downstairs. “What are you doing, Richard?” The question left me like a gasp, barely louder than a whisper. “You know, Audrey, I think you're right,” Richard said I he turned to face me. I approached him, puzzled, but then, I saw them chatting downstairs while the maids set the tables. “About Kevin?" I hissed, "He's a jerk, yeah, but I don't think he's a bad person, Richard." "Yes," Richard replied with a smile. “I actually had this thought that he might have had a hand in the wedding robbery, and the trade deception with Mr Taylor and the British c

“Richard, you only came to me when you want to ask for money. It’s been twice already.” “So?” He frowned as he was upset with her rejection. “Your husband is one of the wealthiest people in our country, yet you can’t even give me a tiny crumbs?” “Richard, please? I already promised Gabriel. I’ll talk with him first.” “No, I need the money now!” Rosalind gulped as she saw how red Richard’s eyes were. She suspected her brother continued consuming drugs. “I can’t give you anything.”

Edward returned to his room and replayed what Lauren said in his mind. There was no loophole in what she had said. It made perfect sense, but he felt that something was wrong. Something was still missing in this whole thing. Edward felt that he still needed to meet Richard. Richard and Lauren got married when they were very young, but their relationship had gradually deteriorated over the years. In his memory, Richard was a gentle and meticulous person. He had the romance of an artist and had made a name for himself in his early years. However, because he wanted to accompany Lauren, he did not think much of his career.

He glanced at the royal councils. Richard D. Scarlet smiled wryly. “How sad. You still don’t realize that you are no longer acknowledged as the prince of the Panthera kingdom. Even though you share the same blood, you and King Rion are incomparable.” A moment after saying that, Richard D. Scarlet’s neck was already in Aiden’s cold hand. Fortunately, before Aiden could do anything, his firm grip was released to avoid Roul who was attacking him from above. CRACK! The chair that Aiden was sitting on shattered into pieces after being hit by Roul’s punch. Kaven dashed and immediately led Richard D. Scarlet to a safer side.

But it doesn't take them long to get over it. They already know the young man in question is quite powerful as it is safe to say he is the King of Richmond, which is why even they had to stoop to dubious means to get him out of his paradise and into their trap. While the Douglases are thinking that, Hugo on the other hand, is thinking something else. From what he heard, the Miller family is the wealthiest in Forest Hills and the most ruthless as well, why didn't they stoop to a dubious means to capture Lucien?

"Over my dead body," Richard snarled. Ernest’s smile widened cruelly "That my plan exactly." At Ernest’s signal, the cloaked men surged forward like a black tide. Richard rose, one arm still around Zenobia, and drew his sword in one swift motion, the steel catching the faint light of the enchanted forest. They clashed with a deafening ring of steel. Richard fought like a man possessed, fuelled by love and rage, his blade a silver blur. He felled two of the men quickly, moving with deadly grace—but there were too many, and he was alone.

A single tear fell down my cheek. “Can't argue with that.” She chuckled, shoving another piece of salad into her mouth. “You were even friends with that stupid rich girl, Kathrine.” I rolled my eyes at the thought of that ginger-haired bimbo with fake boobs. “I was never friends with her. She was the one who said that we were friends, but I never admitted it,” I corrected. Raven snorted and shook her head. “I wonder why she wanted to be your friend in the first place... No offense.”

The daggers Adolphus and Susan were sending him were not going to make things easier also. Fuck! “Let’s start from the very top,” her regal tone jerked him out of his thoughts. Fuck, he should have known! Royalty has a way of rubbing off on those who wear it. “You, Richard Boone, are accused of stealing your brother's rightful place, claiming yourself as the rightful heir and banishing him from his home.” Fuck. “What? That is nonsense! I…” A stinging slap struck Richard's face. What the fuck?! “The next reminder won't be so easy,” Dominic's voice raked through Richard even before he could raise his face.

"Great odds." "Better than we had yesterday." Arnold pulled out his tablet. "Here is what we know. Richard has approximately ten million in accessible cash—money Marcus gave him before death. He has six properties registered under shell companies. And he has contacts in the Savage Kings, though most are scattering after Victor's death." "Not enough for an army," Damien said. "But enough for assassins." "Which is why you are staying in federal protection. Both of you. Until Richard is caught or dead."

Fifty silver coins per knight, and there were a thousand knights and five hundred mercenaries. Even the mercenaries were getting the same treatment. Kriff wasn't a math whiz, but he could sense that it would amount to a staggering sum of money. But why was Richard going to such great lengths just to please this young noble? It should have been the other way around. Baron Riel should have been the one grovelling and pandering to Richard. After all, who was Richard? Only the mastermind behind a colossal merchant empire that spanned the entire southern region of the empire.