Novel & Cerita King Von Mom Age

The first thing I will do before handing over the crown to Abi is get rid of that stupid colour as the kingdom’s mourning colour. I am starting to think Mom is not attending when our eyes meet and she is nothing like the mourner everyone expected her to be. The royal blue gown brings out her beautiful features. Her hair is tired up in a bun like she is going to prom. There’s no mourner’s scarf in sight on her. I approach her and offer her my arm. “You go Mom! The bastard does not deserve a single tear from you.” She laughs and pats my hand. “You are my son, alright.”

My mom is one of them. "Start from the beginning," I manage. "Please." Mom nods, adjusting herself against the pillows. "I was born in the Fae realm. Princess Rosa of the High Court." "Princess?" My voice pitches higher than I intend. "My father was king. And like most royal children, my marriage was arranged before I could walk." Her expression hardens slightly. "Lord Edvard. A powerful noble who needed a royal bride to legitimize his claim to the throne." I try to picture my mom as a princess. In a gown. In a palace. Being bartered off like property.

After reaching the hunting ground early, Riley and I look for Mom who was knee-deep in the preparations. Mom’s job doesn’t have a particular description but you could say she is the Queen Dowager’s Manager’s assistant. The job might have been not that special but it suited Mom. No matter what Dad thinks, I believe it was the right step for her as well for us as a family. she seems happy after getting this job and I am happy for her.

"April dear, come here." "Yes mother," April hurried and kneeled in front of her mother. "Don't be shy, dear. Greet the king." April turned her head to the side so she could face the king. She then bowed her head. "Greetings Your Majesty. I'm honoured to be in your presence." "And I'm pleased to have you here with me again. It's been a few years." "Thirteen years, to be exact. You have to agree she's blossomed into quite the woman, right King Kanyon?" Constance’s voice had a hint of mischief to it.

I just stand and stare at King’s mother, the luna. With her straight brown hair like her son’s, held up in a bun on top of her head, and beautiful brown eyes, not like her son’s; he inherited his dad’s eyes, she is a stunning lady. She is short, at least shorter than King, and slim. She looks like how I imagine a mother will look. She is in a green dress that reaches her knees, and a neon orange apron that has ‘World’s best chef...sorry, mom’ written on it, and it’s so playful that I’m sure King bought it for her, and has a ladle in her hand, and looking closely, I can see there’s stew on the ladle, she was cooking. I know she’s not old, although she’s not so young either, she should be in h

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

"Is your mum about?" "She is napping upstairs." She said with a frown. "Is everything OK, Alpha?" "Can you get your mother for us? Sorry to be a bother," I said with a soft smile. She nodded and disappeared, returning a moment later with an older version of herself. "Alpha. This is a pleasure." Her mother said. They both sat down. "And are you?" "She's the First Princess of the Werewolf Kingdom, mother." "The King has no Grandchildren."

We just have to endure this. “Mom?” I say seeing here. “Evie,” she comes and hugs me. “The King has been telling me how you will be queen once this mess with Adam is cleared up. I’m here to take my place as the Queen’s mother.” Stacey-She is here to help. She lying because he is in the room. “I guess you need to help me,” I say. “Yes my dear, I will help you,” Mom moves my hair behind me ear. She passes me a gray pill I know well and a pink one.

"No rest for the wicked, dear. Or the pregnant. Now, tell me more about this Roman of yours. He seems... well-off." I snorted. "That's putting it mildly. He's actually royalty, Mom. Like, actual, honest-to-God royalty." I boasted. The knife clattered to the cutting board as Mom's jaw dropped. "Katherine Gold! Are you telling me you're marrying a prince?" "King, actually," I corrected, unable to keep the pride out of my voice. "It's... complicated. But yes, he's royalty." Mom let out a squeal that would have put a teenager to shame. "Oh, my little girl! A queen! Wait until I tell my group of friends..."

I know my father said it was a must that I couldn’t refuse the crown but my mother said if I really didn’t want it I didn’t have to and she would stand behind me no matter what I chose. My mom knows what I've given up to be Queen and she knows the pain that I’m going to feel when I have to give up my mate. Right now I’m just disappointed in myself for hurting my future mate but I don’t feel the bond so it’s not so painful. Mom said that pain will hurt more than anything I can imagine. I wonder if she can place a spell on me that keeps me from feeling pain? Note to self ask mom. ………… Cato Age twelve.