King Von Mom Age Novels & Stories

“She’s known in the realm as ‘The Queen Mother.’ Not because she was ever royal by blood. But because she is… everything. A healer. A warrior. A protector. She’s older than even the king.” Kael turned to him slowly. “Older?” “She served under my grandfather,” Alaric nodded. “The King before my father. People say she was blessed by the Moon Goddess. That her power slows her aging.” “She’s… incredible,” Aaron added quietly. “She looks younger than most of the council. But she’s older than their grandfathers.” Kael’s breath caught. He stared at the water for a long moment. Then—his lips parted, and the words tumbled out in a hush.

Veronica’s POV “Grace if you don’t sit still, I’ll never get your hair done,” I glare at my 9 year old daughter. She giggled, “sorry Momma, I’m just so excited, I mean the King and Queen are coming here, to our home today, aren’t you excited Momma.”

Mom was standing a short distance away on the curb, the sunlight making her look radiant. It hit me then that for as long as I'd been alive, Mom's face hadn't changed. For over 20 years, she'd looked exactly the same—youthful and untouched by time. I controlled my breathing as I approached her. Making up an excuse about a leaf stuck in her hair, I leaned in to get a close look at her face. Sure enough, the fine line at the corner of her eye was gone again. A sharp pain shot through my chest. I couldn't bear to face the truth staring back at me.

Elisabeth POV 10 Years Later “Mom! Are we ready to go yet? I can’t wait to see Elliot… and his brother and sisters!” I’m waiting in the foyer of the castle, and mom is taking her sweet time getting Raven ready to go. Raven is my mom’s granddaughter, but she and I are like sisters, and she is only five. My mom, Queen Winnie, is actually my stepmom. She has never tried to keep it a secret either. I’m only ten, but she raised me to be independent. That would also be why I’m ready and Raven is not. She likes to play the helpless child role a little too much. I keep telling her that it’s going to bite her one day, but she loves the attention a little too much to stop. Finally, Raven runs downstai

I was too uneased to return the gesture, but I appreciated it. "Your father has been the King of England for over two decades, Adrian. It's time for him to retire—his reign is actually quite overdue. You're twenty one years of age now, and you need to claim the throne very soon. I understand why your father gave you only one month to choose," my mother replied in the voice she used when she was in a parenting moment.

Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her.

Mummo explains as simply as she can, while I lay there completely stunned. “How?” “How old are you guys?” “What does that mean?” I stutter, trying to understand that my family is directly descendant of the moon goddess and what it means. “It means you and Liliana were born to be powerful strong queens, meant to lead your people towards a bright future. Your father is 235 years old; Osric is 262, Embry is 258, and Jonathan is 152. They’re all pretty young considering how hold I am,” Mummo softly speaks, running her fingers through my messy hair as a tear rolls down my cheek.

mom says coming into Olli's room, she walks right toward me and gives me a tight hug, as tight as my broken ribs allowed her to, she kisses the top of my head, and checks me up. "I had some work to do," she says. "What kind of work?" I ask her with an eye roll, she must have had something more important. "I was out with fey business," she says. "What kind of business mom?" I repeat confused, she never does any business with them, how come today? "Someone started the rumour of the queen trying to hurt their princess, Caspian's daughter, things aren't looking too good for their queen," Mom says with a smile on her face.

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.