Romans & histoires Kings Servant

“Welcome back.” Suddenly, his expression shifted when he noticed Kaleb and his group of guards. The young man studied them for a second and then frowned. Kaleb didn’t seem to notice the strangeness in his gaze. “Where is the Alpha King?” he asked the servant bluntly, and we were all a little taken aback by his question. “I beg your pardon, sir?” the servant asked, and then he cleared his throat. “Who are you?” Kaleb held his chin up ever so slightly. “My name is Kaleb Adams.”

It seems like they are slowly transformed into something dangerous. “Master, I think it's enough for now. They will just give you a headache or nothing more, they cannot hold them before blood and there is a king who awoke from his deep slumber if he knows it's us who made humans into a vampire, the king would surely gonna hunts us down,” the servant said in a concerned tone. “Well, well, I am so amazed to see your love for our king. Why? Though you are my servant, I felt like your loyalty lies with the king,” Harris cliff said with a light voice as if he isn't concerned about those threats.

But it had barely been days. I felt the blood drain from my face. Kieran's expression shifted instantly, the vulnerable man disappearing behind the cold mask of the king. "Thank you, vee" I choked on another gasp. Another shocking side of the lycan king. Had he just called the servant by her name?... “O…of course, Your Majesty." The servant bowed and retreated quickly. Silence fell heavy between us. "I should go," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The spell was broken. Reality came crashing back with brutal force.

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

Raina’s head snapped in Adira's direction. Fifty lashes we start with, and back to the dungeon after, every day…." I will take her," a voice came from the back. Everyone looked in that direction. A warrior, I saw him before; he was strong and looked calm. Magnus gestured for him to come in the front. Kaden, you do understand what you’re getting? I looked at my mom. What does this mean? He will wait for her lashes, then take her as his servant if Magnus allows it.

She felt so uneasy Her breath hitched a bit as her eyes glued to him. He was putting on a long robe, red in color and flecked with some gold at the hem His eyes were so dark; so dark they made Roseline wonder if they'd been through hell. That was the same handsome King she had healed. And right there, he was looking more charming; more powerful. "My King!" The woman in the room stood up and bowed immediately, her voice interpreting so much fear and respect. Roseline just stood by and watched; she had never bowed for any one in her entire life - never. Well, that was because she had been locked up the whole time.

Seraphina nodded and with that, the Prince swept her up into his arms and carried her out, Bethel, Rose and Melanie following close behind. “Son” called out the King. Achilles turned to face his father “Take both carriages, you and Seraphina could use some...alone time. Send 5 back for us when you reach the Palace, I would like to interview some of these servants and see if they could be of use at the Palace.” The King answered earnestly. At hearing this, the servants around seemed to completely forget the scene they were standing in as their faces lit up at the thought of working in the Royal Palace.

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

Even Klevon is looking fine with a nice suit. A servant girl ushers us to the table in front. She is blushing furiously as she steals glances at Theo. But who would not be, Theo had just overdone himself. He is a picture of a young, handsome, powerful King. On the other hand, most of the Kings and dignitaries of other countries are mostly old men.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."