Kings Servant 소설 & 이야기

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.

“And who are you to command me, village girl? You are new here. A plaything draped in silk. Do not mistake the king’s temporary obsession for true power.” The insult stung, sharp and cruel. Liana’s nails dug into her palms, but she forced herself to smile. “Obsession, you say? Then why is it your body aches for what is mine?” Kael’s eyes glittered with amusement, though he said nothing. He was watching. Waiting. Testing. Serenya straightened, her shoulders squared. “A king is not owned by one woman. He may take as many as he pleases. If he desires me, you will watch as he does.”

I can't be happy forever because of my sister. "Mr. Ales!" I was greeted by a waitress whom I had just seen. "Hi, what is your name?" I asked him. He was embarrassed and suddenly he fixed his hair and tucked it behind his ear. "Sorry. You don't know me, Mr. Ales. I'm Ynna Louisse Benilde, the king's servant." He introduced me with a bow. I was surprised because I didn't know that Elijah had a servant. I never once saw him in the palace even when I entered his room.

“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.

He deserves it, as does anyone, male or female, who does the same thing. James gets up and starts walking towards the place where the containment wells are, Victoria and her servants start walking in the other direction, and I sigh and try to get back to my quarters. "My King!" I hear the voice of a man, who is one of my Lords, ruler of the House of Lilies. I turn to look at him, his white hair falling past his shoulders and contrasting against his black skin and navy blue clothes. "Isaac," I say his name and he bows.