Novel & Cerita Kings Servant

I had hope trent would use my suffering as a way to motivate the humans. I stood on display for about 15 mins. Until I heard trumpets, rolling my eyes then looking at the main door the king walked in after someone announced his name. Like Seriously doubt it was necessary to announce his name, since everyone here knew him and his son. Everyone bowed as a sign of respect, even the human but that was because of the power he gave off. I however didnt bow or feel the need to. Matt jerked on my chain reminding me to behave and to bow. I ignored him with a smirk and looked back at the king without bowing yet he looked right at me with a smug grin.

He tried to have children once with a previous mate, but things went sour and he never got the children he wanted and hangs around the castle, loving up on the people who live there. Seraphine Axelsson: Nicknamed Sera, she is the aunt of Kingsley. Tomas instructed her in his will to make sure Kingsley becomes the king of expectation. She was left to take care of Ross as well, making sure he keeps in line. Sera was the queen and married to Tomas- Tomas is blood related to Kingsley's family. Sadly Sera and Tomas couldn't have children so instead they put all their eggs into one basket when picking Kingsley to be the next king.

I paused in my tracks, my ears tingling in the darkness as I tried to listen to the faint sounds. “What do you want, young servant?” a voice sneered, darker, creepier than the voice I had heard. I gulped, my heart slamming hard in my chest. I was certain that if he listened hard enough, he would be able to hear it. “I am Cory, the lycan king’s servant. I brought bread,” my voice quivered. I waited. A minute, then another. “Bread?” This time, the voice sounded better, easier to listen to.

| • Penelope’s POV I felt the cold glare of the king travel across the throne room. As if he was trying to silently warn them that they shouldn’t try anything funny. Which was what they deserved. I didn’t choose to be a west court advisor, I was bestowed that title. “This humble servant as nothing more to say, my king.” The minister quickly bowed and retreated into the protection of the other ministers that shielded him with their body. My heart calmed down and I looked ahead waiting for the next fight. Unfortunately my gaze settled on the lady that came out first.

They had a dreamy expression on their faces as they closed their eyes as if they were imagining the king. “The most beautiful man in the world,” the red-head maid answered. “And also the most terrifying of all. One you should never mess with. Be careful. He could either cut and dice you or swallow you whole,” the blonde servant added. “Do you really think the king will kill me?”

There is a big difference between the prostitutes who worked for the King and us-" I stood up and asked, "Does Lucian have prostitutes?" The black-haired woman hissed at me again, and I gave her a hard look. I wasn't going to stay still if she touched me again. I would attack her back to show her what I was really made of. "Don't refer to him by name. You can call him King or His Majesty." Before going back to what she was talking about before, the woman corrected me: "The King has us, his women, and he also has the prostitutes."

I wasn't going to. "The king asked me to bring them to you. This is Colton and Innobel. Your servants" At first I felt relief when he didn't say what I expected him to say but that relief quickly turned to shock when I realized what he said. My servants? What did I need servants for? I looked at the two people who were staring at the floor and then I looked at Hermes confused. "I do not need servants," I said to Hermes. "The king said..." "No way. I don't care about what he said. I don't want any servants. That's ridiculous" I was just a servant myself so how could he get servants for me? It was absurd and there was no way I could accept them.

“Those people were killed by the thugs they owed money to. If you ask me, they had it coming.” Drusden’s knuckles turned white, but his face remained impassive. Arah’s gaze flicked to the king. Oblivious, he stuffed another powdery sweet into his mouth, his free hand idly squeezing the breast of the servant holding the plate. Arah’s stomach twisted. This king was useless. And a pig. No one else batted an eye—not the servants fanning him, not the guards standing stiffly on either side of the throne. Even the servant being molested didn’t resist, though Arah caught the slight tension in her shoulders.

Perhaps I could speak with someone who could help me arrange a private conversation with the Alpha King later? Glancing around, I spotted an important looking servant, and walked over. “Excuse me,” I said. The servant didn’t look at me. “Yes, um,” I barreled forward regardless. “I was hoping to arrange a meeting with the King…” The servant did glance at me this time, but only for a moment. “And who are you?” “I… I’m Claire…” “Only Alphas and council members are worthy enough to request the King’s time,” the servant said.

Another pair is lugging crates of candles. My steps slow. Something about it all feels… off. I stop one of the servants, a boy who can’t be older than sixteen. He freezes when I touch his shoulder, eyes going wide. “What’s going on?” I ask. My voice comes out low, rough from disuse. He stares at me, swallowing hard. “My… my king?” I narrow my eyes. “Why are there flowers? Banners? What is all this for?” He looks like he might faint. His mouth opens and closes before he finally whispers, “Preparations, my king.”