Making Of A King Novels & Stories

More for comfort then anything. ‘Your brother wasn’t born weak, he was just born different. He was born to rule the entire kingdom. He was made to bring people together.’ The king whined as he let his body collapse to the forest floor. He looked up at Rosalie. ‘Don’t be disappointed in our boys.’

However, at the moment, it's quite the opposite. We began to talk in a friendly atmosphere, almost forgetting that we were royalty and the time was passing. I learned a lot about the one who would become the next King of Edios. He had a lot of projects to realize, especially in the field of diplomacy, conquests, politics and social issues. In a way, he held the future of the nation in his hands. Each of his ideas had to be well thought out and detailed. He had already realized that in some of these decisions as the King, he would never satisfy the entire population. In the meantime, the butler accompanied by several servants and maids, came to serve us a cup of tea with some snacks, includin

Everyone would understand that. But I was also the only brother who had been trained since birth to be the King. I’d spent almost 30 years learning how to be King – how to rule and how to delegate. You didn’t simply step into being King one day, and if I renounced my throne, I’d be doing Alexander a disservice. He’d also been trained to be King, but only as the spare. His childhood hadn’t been planned around lessons like mine had been, where I’d had endless lessons and limited fun.

Rain. "Wait, wait, wait," I said, waving my hand dramatically. "stop all these! stop!" I snapped. "The fuck is going on here? You guys are making my head spin. King maker, Queen maker, One at a time please! what the fuck!" "I already have a lot going on. Don't make me go razz. What exactly is a King-maker? And why does it matter right now? And why is Debbie the King-maker? or whatever shit you call it."

“That’s a lot sooner than I expected, why the hurry?” Claiborne glanced toward Edwina, “Certain parties requested that I speed it up.” Edwina felt her face heat up. She was a fool. The project Thackeray, Lilly, and Edwina had been working on for months was already in motion, planned by the King himself. She resisted groaning and holding her face in her hands. Of course, the King was planning to take on the Grand Peerage. He wasn’t a careless ruler. He probably had been working on this for years, secretly from even his own son.

“It’s the same as other Kingdoms, but Pitchford is better and more lax in rules.” “What’s the use of studying etiquette then? It’s not like I will be allowed to ‌visit other Kingdoms.” “Because other Kingdoms come and visit Pitchford,” he answers. “Why? He’s a self-made King right? Is he not ignored by other Kings?” “Being new doesn’t mean that King Eugene can be underestimated.” “How did he become King, anyway? He needs funds for that.” “King Eugene didn’t boast?” “He didn’t. In fact, he hasn’t said a single thing about his journey to becoming a King.”

I wish Adrian could just be the king right now He smirked again King: if you are the queen of Edinburgh. What would you do for your papa? She moved closer to him and hugged him Gladys: anything my papa tells his daughter to do She stood straight and I could now see the King's face. Because I was seeing only his chest when she hugged him King : what if we make this Kingdom richer and also enrich our family' with their resources. Gladys : how can we do that? King: we'll make sure you get married to Adrian this month and next month, we assassinate the king afterwards. When Adrian is crowned King, then we can actualize our dreams

he murmured to a marble pillar as he maneuvered his janitor’s cart around it at two in the morning, the word automatic, meaningless, necessary. Once, he had designed bridges that curved like living things. He had spent nights hunched over drafting tables, pencil smudges on his fingers, heart racing as equations resolved into elegance. Once, professors spoke his name with pride, not pity. They talked about fellowships, about cities that would one day rest on his calculations. That version of Charlie existed only in memory now, folded away like a forbidden sketchbook. Because of his name. Vale. The name that ruined everything. His father had been a civil engineer with soft hands and tired eyes

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

He sat back down. “As some of you would guess, I wasn't born a King. I made myself the King of the North. I am not an Alpha. I made myself a King without a royal background, and I did all this on my own and with all the resources given to me. Do you want to know how?”