Novel & Cerita Kings Servant

Finally, one came out and spoke. "How would you do that?" He asked, curiosity and suspicion dripping from his tone. The warrior did not shed a simple emotion and instead turned to look at the King. "My Lord, may I request a servant for a little demonstration?" "You may, but do not hurt anyone." "Understood." He turned to face the line of servants who stood behind the throne hidden from the throne room. Their primary purpose was to aid the King whenever he needed their help.

Martins asked. "Yes, I am the king's only slave you see. So that's the reason why I'm here." Serena shrugged. "I see." Martins nodded, walking towards her bed. "Uh..why are you here? Don't tell me you came here to work as the king's servant?" Serena questioned. "Well, why else would I be here? I'm here to work S, and also to look after you." Martins smiled at her. Serena shut her eyes and opened it again, confusion filled her features.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

The one who held my hands when my father died. Her eyes are calm. Too calm. She looks at me first. “You found it,” she says. My chest tightens. My voice comes out thin. “You brought him here.” She tilts her head a little. “Of course I did. You would not have come on your own.” Kael steps half in front of me. Not blocking me. Just shielding without thinking. Lady Serin’s eyes flick to him. “You stand where you should not stand, King.” His jaw tightens.

“Yeah well, the throne is vacant, and the law says…” “Anyone who challenges and kills the king becomes the king. And you killed the king, although there was no challenge you still did. So, my king. What can this loyal servant of yours do for you?” Servant, that word alone made me cringe. The prince laughed. “You have no clue what you are getting yourself into, do you?” he laughed, he was right, I had no fucking clue. “If your family could do it then it cannot be that hard. Now tell me, the money, where is it.” he sighed and walked back further into the cell.

"Well, that's precisely why you're here. You need to demonstrate your effectiveness as a servant through your actions. You should be capable of completing any task assigned to you. Besides, all the other positions are already filled. You arrived just in time, as new servants were given work yesterday, leaving you with no choice but to accept the tasks assigned to you." I let out a sigh, as this is exactly what I feared. And why do I have to prove myself to them? Why am I obligated to serve their king? It's not like I have a choice but to serve the king, even if I hate him. Ugh, I wish I could complain, but I know my boundaries. I can't afford to misbehave on my first day in the palace. "You

Xylan Wellington did not immediately answer Ronald Wings' question. The viceroy looked thoughtful with furrowed brows. "I ... can't confirm that yet," Xylan said, sounding hesitant. Ronald bit his lower lip. Uh, his words were actually the same as accusing one of the servants of betraying the king. Because, only the servant who was around at the time of his conversation with the king. However, all of the king's servants who were close to them at that time were women. Ronald felt that he had spoken wrongly.

I can feel my fangs making an appearance, I’m so angry, and I have to make a conscious effort not to rip someone’s throat out. “Where…” I demand, pinning a servant to the wall. “... is Ainslee?” The servant lifts his chin and shakes his head. “You’re just going to have to kill me, Your Majesty.” I growl low in my throat. It’s tempting, on some level, but it’s not the servant’s fault Karl has given orders, and it will cause all kinds of chaos we can’t afford. It would certainly put a crimp in any plans to recruit Warfang troops.

It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed. My thoughts were a mess. As tears start pouring, I hear a knock on the door. Snapping my head. I call out. My voice wavers as I answer. Quickly, I grab the crown and set it back inside the box. Closing it, I turn and head out. Just to find a servant with his head bow. “What do you want?” I snap as I clean my tears away. “I came to check on you,” the servant said. “The king orders me to check on you, Your Highness.”