Kings Servant Novels & Stories

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”

It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it. The advertisement script has a scene where the disciples decide to fight with the main character in the middle of heaven and earth, which requires a majestic scene and must have blue sky, water, and a vast desert, so the filming crew had to fly to another area to get the scene. The key actor in the advertisement is, of course, a big star, playing the role of The Demon King, and all the models left are just background actors, playing the roles of a few brazen people surrounding and attacking the main actor. This type of role that is completely background has no prospect for a modelling career, but fortunately, the job lasts q

the male servant said coldly to the prince. “My apologies but now that he's awake, can you please give him the phone as I have something urgent to ask him?” Prince Clinton said humbly a contrasting tone to the one he spoke Rhiannon with. “Your second son, Prince Clinton,” the servant replied to the king. “Oh, give me the phone then and you can leave,” the king said coldly. “But your majesty,” the servant said as he didn’t want to leave. “I said leave! Don’t let me repeat myself once more,” the king said coldly as he looked at the latter as if he could kill him if he continued disobeying him.

"I guess the king has been delaying this, using it to wait for his true mate. Maybe he has given up. His mate is never going to show up." "The king has no choice, by the way. He needs to show allegiance with the Alpha. So I've heard." For some reason, the servant's words got under her skin. When she glanced in the king's direction again, they were already leaving. “Hello again,” Atlas greeted behind her, flashing a sweet smile. “Good evening, Ser,” she replied, forcing herself to return the smile. “I hope you have a beautiful night,” he said, walking with her as she took an empty bucket to fetch some water.

Claude probed a bit father, Natalia Blushed a bit and I found myself wanting to throw my knife at her. “No, I’m not a mermaid, you grace is so kind, I don’t think my beauty matches that of a mermaid. My father, He’s the chancellor.” She said as she bowed her head a bit in submission. “Ah now I remember, you’re the Kings Mistress.”

Present ❌ King mio ❌ My king a tiny soft voice called out King mio looks at her his heart melting What an angel he created he should have made her immortal, had he had such power to Come dear he said. She walk closer to him sitting on his lap Why were u angry earlier she questioned Let me ask u something mi armor he said smiling at her "You gave ur most trusted servant a parcel to deliver, instead of him to deliver it he didn't abandon or gave it to your enemy what will you do" .she look at him and smile "depends dear depends" she mutter tapping his hands which was around her waist How ? he said You never can tell who's wrong or right, the servant might be wrong or right, but I think he did

Just as the High Priest was about to announce me as the Luna Queen, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall, cutting through the solemnity like a knife. A young servant, his face pale and eyes wide with a mix of fear and resolve, stumbled into the center of the room. The crowd murmured in surprise, their attention shifting to the unexpected intruder. My brows arched as I waited for him to say what he wanted. He could be a victim of the plague from smaller villages who needs our help— “My king!” the servant called out, his voice trembling but loud enough to be heard by all. “I beg your forgiveness, but I cannot stay silent any longer.”

The King's eyes fluttered open softly. "What's wrong?" he asked me in a muted voice. "I'm going to be your servant, and I need you to make an official announcement," I said. "Tell them that the King's personal servant is back, and she is here to stay."

"Alice, stop this. There's no way the Alpha King would choose you. Did you learn some kind of witchcraft while you were out there? Did you put a spell on him?" I cut him off, ice in my voice. "Are you saying that someone as powerful as the Alpha King could be bewitched by the likes of me?" Silence again. Firelight danced across his face. That face—the one that had once made my heart race—now held nothing but humiliation. I walked toward him, step by step. "Jaxon, what was it you said just now?" He instinctively backed up a step. I held his gaze, every word deliberate. "You wanted me to come back and be your servant?"

She wanted to vomit from the horrid scent that reached her nose, but if that happened she’d be strung from the castle walls. All Keanna wanted was to go outside, even f it’s once, to take in the fresh air. The King’s manhood was leaning into her entrance about to enter and she couldn’t imagine the pain to come. She clenched her teeth in preparation for the pain. “My King!” a servant came in screaming. A guard moved and placed his sword to the servant’s throat. “You bastard, you dare come here. Do you wish to die?” The servant was frightened beyond relief, but not by the sword to his neck. The guard moved to slit his throat, but the servant shouted.