Romans & histoires Las Cadenas Del Rey

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

“Sure. I, November Starkey may not have been Queen for that long. But I have reincarnated as Queen long before you were brought into this Kingdom. So, I will trust my guts on this one. I turn away from him. “If you won’t follow me on this mission, then, I will have to do it myself. Nothing will stop me from doing what I deem is right.” I pick my dress up in my hands as I continue the journey to the Lycan King’s Castle. … [what you have said is right and it is true, but death will befall the Kingdom whether you like it or not, you are only prolonging it by stopping Sin from killing Rome] … “Maybe this is why you died so earlier.” I whisper. “You never did anything to try and stop the wars.” …

Five thousand Years Ago, The loud howling of Alpha king Julius echoed in the Royal Anderson's castle followed by a deep rumbling sound and a flash of lightning in the sky. Rain poured heavily outside the castle and that night was a night of blood and rain. Alpha King Julius rushed out of his room after seeing his new bride getting murdered. The servant in the castle ran helter-skelter as Alpha King Julius continued to scream out in agony. It wasn't the loud howling that shook the mighty castle, it was the unfortunate death of the new queen.

I shook my head, watching as Cecilia tried to put a shape inside a little cube, but it didn't match the carved-out hole. "Not in the ways that I should. If I were anything else but a king, it wouldn't matter, but because I am, it does. Dragons are fearsome creatures. We always have been. We strive for power, and the strongest dragon is the one who stands on top of all the others. Bringing Penelope into that world is just asking for her to be destroyed. We are ruthless creatures who prey on weakness." I glanced at Reyna finding her eyes fixed on her daughter as well as she pursed her lips. Her hazel-green eyes flickered with something I couldn't quite place before it disappeared.

But I could see the deadness in Miles's eyes. He was putting on a performance. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Falcone Estate Auction!" the auctioneer boomed. The first few lots went smoothly. Jewelry, sculptures, paintings. All sold for high prices. Rebecca's smile grew wider, as if she could already feel the crown on her head. Finally, it was time for the main event. "And now, for the crown jewel of tonight's collection—" the auctioneer's voice dripped with excitement, "—the lost masterpiece by Caravaggio, The Calling of Saint Matthew!"

Kael's expression changed. "...It woke again." "So she really touched it." Lila's breathing stopped. Kael nodded once. "The first chain is broken." "The second won't last much longer." Lila swallowed. "What happens when all the chains break?" Kael didn't answer. He looked toward the ceiling. "When kingdoms remember...people die." ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Back at the campsite, Cassian suddenly opened his eyes. He knew something felt wrong. He sat up quietly, looking at the fire, almost dead.

The Royal Entreaty was a reflection of the empire’s values: strength, wisdom, honor, and loyalty. For Isabella, the Royal Entreaty was more than just a ceremony; it was a test of her own will and the future she had to face. This was no mere contest for a crown or a title, but a decision that would seal her fate—a decision to marry someone she did not love. There was no past for her to return to, no comfort in familiar faces or places. Lucian’s recent claims, that Tristan had escaped and her son Liam was alive, echoed in her mind, but she could not bring herself to believe them. The risk was too great, and she knew the lengths Lucian would go to achieve what he wanted. If it weren’t for him,

He watched her fight the chains like a caged storm, fury radiating off her in sharp little bursts. The cold stone behind her did nothing to cool the fire in her eyes—eyes that promised death even as her body was bound, helpless before him. Perfect. Deadly. Infuriating. Dante exhaled slowly, letting the tension coil beneath his skin like a low hum. “You know,” he said quietly, almost conversational, “I could break most captives in under ten minutes.”

"You’re talking crazy. If Andreas heard you, you’d be a head on a spike by lunch." "He’s not hearing me," Kyras murmured, his eyes darting toward the palace balcony high above. "But you need to decide where you stand. If the crown slips, the person closest to the King is usually the first one to get caught in the crossfire. You think the rebels are gonna see you as a victim? Nah. To them, you’re the King’s pet. You’re collateral."

He hadn't been on a comfortable bed for so long, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep. Almost three years ago, they went to war because of the revolutionists waging conflict. They knew that the former King's condition was becoming worse, and they wanted to take advantage of that. Then just a month after that, the former King died. The war with the revolutionists had intensified. Alaric became King. Keane felt that he had to do everything he can to lead the Knights to victory. Triumph would be the best gift for his newly crowned cousin, he thought. The news of his cousin's wedding reached him when he was in the war. He was genuinely shocked that Alaric didn't marry Jestina. The three of the