King Tommen Novels & Stories

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”

" Stay away from me , You see this beautiful dream of yours you really have to wake up from it, it's just a mere imagination okay I belong to someone else and no one ,I mean no one can change it so the earlier it gets into your brain the better for you ,stay away from. me or .." " Or what me ,or kick my balls ,hmm let me guess again scream rape ,I would like to tell you something about this palace my dear no matter how you try to scream no one I mean no one will come to rescue you expect I give them a go ahead " " Hahaha you are funny ,just because you where given access to work around this palace freely don't mean you should attach too much important to yourself ,infact you think too highl

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

A ghost in the tribe that tried to erase me. The path narrowed as I reached the center of the Black Moon tribe. My breath caught, my attention quickly drawn to the people gathered at the palace square. Vincent stood above the crowd, highly exalted as the king he is. His Majesty "The King Of France" Raised high on the central platform, his voice echoed with the ease of a leader long embraced by his people. There he was—tall, striking, flanked by warriors and nobles, with an elegant woman at his side. Her arm was laced through his. Her posture is proud, her smile radiant.

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

“We get the gist. Don’t ruin future garden walks for our girl, Cassia.” I wouldn’t look at that garden the same way ever again. “The point is, maybe the king doesn’t want a one-night thing with you,” Groth said between laughs. “And yet he has abandoned me.” I wanted to hurl the disgusting porridge and the plate at Karl’s head. “Girl, it’s only been this morning since you guys had your… fight. He’s the king; he’s busy by default,” Sienna said, grabbing my bowl—clearly anticipating my next move, and began gulping it down.