Novel & Cerita König Cod Age

Chapter 5- Declan POV- ** You’ll see the word Weres a lot in this story, it is short for werewolf or werewolves ** Hello, my name is Declan. I am the current Lycan King, I am 1301 years old, I have been the Lycan King for 800 years. I took over the Kingdom and Palace from the former Lycan King Liam; it was not a peaceful transition of power.

The King is alarmed "My King you have received a letter. It's from King Alfred of the Arbro kingdom" "Why now?" the King seizes the paper and reads it immediately "He's son is asking for my daughter's hand in marriage. But she's just turned 16 years old, and she's not ready for this," he says. He's a very sensitive man. "My King, this is very good for us. I heard his son is very young, about 22years old. With a good guardian, I think they will make a good marriage. Girls of her age get married to older men just to preserve the " says his right-hand man.

But werewolves die younger if they are killed or murdered or they lose a mate, my father was meant to die eventually but he still had years to live up to maybe eighty to ninety without a mate but my father passed away at the age of forty-seven. If the Alpha King was killed is that what Kaden meant by war, how old was this Alpha King? I was curious so I asked "How old was he?" "Eighty-two" he responded "He has a mate, so he did not die due to the loss and I confirmed it from someone in the palace, he was poisoned" That made more sense, the Alpha King was the strongest wolf, it was nearly impossible to kill an Alpha King in physical combat. Legends says, the crowning of an Alpha King bestowed

I argue. “I’m a man, Miss. Keep callin’ me a fuckin’ boy; I’ll prove it wrong,” he says as he grips my chin. “Be ready, Miss, I won’t give in,” he states. “King, I’m twenty-eight. How old are you?” I ask. “Nineteen, babe, age ain’t a factor in this; there’s only two things that matter, and we’re facin’ each other,” he argues before lowering his head and kissing my neck. A whimper claws at my throat, trying to escape.

Said the King. "The royal council agreed to change one law that allowed girl children to marry at the age of sixteen. They will only be permitted to marry from the age of twenty. Anyone who marries a child from nineteen years old, downwards will be executed." Said the King. "May I help write that down on the charter?" Carmen asked. "Do not worry I will write it now. You should continue your focus on the school." Said the King. "And what about the warrior's what will happen now since Gideon is gone?" Carmen asked.

What is the king implying? “We would like to meet the other kids.” The oldest kid said. He looked fifteen or sixteen. The older girl nodded. She must be twelve or thirteen. “My oldest child is only five.” I said horrified and outraged. “Yes well the royals can identify their mates when they are twelve, so they can tell if they are mates or not.” The king said like he was talking about the general weather. “I think they are mates though. I mean look at it. You have the scent of a royal and you happen to have four kids. They are most definitely mates.”

he asked, looking hurt. “Yes.” “I get that your mates and all that, but no offense, your highness. You deserve better. You are too young for someone like him. The King had you pretty late. General Kingston is the same age as your father! I mean he’s… ancient! In the human realm, he’s almost like your great grandfather!” he blurted out as if he could no longer help it. His chest heaved. “I bet this ancient grandfather can take you down in a single blow if you wouldn’t stop messing with his mate. Get the fuck out, boy. Your opinion is not needed here.”

“You are?” “Mario.” “How old are you?” “Fifty-one, my queen. I’ve been serving on the royal guard for thirty years.” Fifty is nothing in Lycan years. Kane told me that a lot of our warriors are well over a hundred years old, hoping they’ll die honourably in combat, instead of old and feeble in their beds. “Why do you want to do this?” The guard looks up, his eyes filled with confusion. He glances in Kane’s direction, then back at me. “You are our queen. And not just any queen, you were touched by the mother. What kind of cretin would I be if I didn’t pledge myself to you?”

The men who were fussing around him to make him try the suits left the room immediately after bowing to the great king Ironheart. The king of Aradia Kingdom. Samuel Ironheart. “Father,” he bowed and walked up to him only to be taken in his tight embrace. “I’m so proud of you, Orion. Just remember. Becoming a king doesn’t mean to use your power mercilessly. It’s a huge responsibility.” With his face tightly clasped against the king, he nodded. In the past, his parents showed concern when he didn’t get his beast until the age of fourteen. Usually, the crown princes in the past were famous for getting their beasts as early as the age of nine or ten. Their bodies could take the pressure of posse

"Why?" "Because it doesn't matter. Dragons can easily live until they are 200 or 300 years old if they don't get sick or severely injured. Most forget their age after a few decades anyway. The only age that really matters is 14 because that's when you shift, that's when you become an adult. But after that who cares?" he sighs. "Yeah I guess that's true," I mutter, moving so that my back rests against the headboard. Ash moves beside me and flicks his hand so that a small fire blazes in the hearth.