Making Of A King Novels & Stories

He eventually became king however the kingmakers and certain noblemen at that time had more political powers than the king himself due to political power struggle. The kingmakers and noblemen compelled king koga through the law to marry the previous wives of the late king. The noblemen and kingmaker did not like the child born of a peasant to become the next king, so the quest for the new queens to bear a son to claim the throne was on however for some reason a hundred wives of the king could not give birth to a child. One of the queens disturbed seeks the counsel of a palace high priest of the gods of foresight and destiny, and it was revealed to the queen that the tears of the peasant quee

The decisions he will make, the mercy he will show, the losses he will suffer…it’s already written in his fate. Whether he rules with an iron fist or with a soft hand that reaches out to everyone…It’s all decided by the Moon Goddess before his birth. So, a King is supposed to know, magically, what to do in all situations and how to respond without any help. But Dustin said…it’s a lie. A King is not born. He is made. In the hell that is the castle, under the wings of the people that sway him with their decisions and show him what this world means…They make the King.

He started with the explanation I longed for. '"But the King didn't know that, he thought that you would stay in your puny, frail, 'peasant' like state. As he put it, but we... We're simply going to speed up your growth a bit and increase it."HE paused, licking his cracked lips. "Go from 6'0 to say... 6'6, yeah? Make you into the perfect king and killing machine. Like father like son, right?" He said tauntingly, from there he did the same ritual as last time.

"Besides, I think I'll make a pretty good king." "Yeah you will." She agreed. "You'll be badass." "I just won't wear all that royal regalia nonsense." He grumbled. "Mercia's new king is going to rock a tuxedo at his own coronation." Sera laughed. "I bet. The kingmakers will have a field day with that."

Asmy and I stood there holding each other as we watched in wonder, am use to some of Umma Magajiya's drama but this is definitely something new. After some minute they all came back and stood before her shaking their heads. For the first time I saw her change she seems confused then annoyed and Angry. "But...but...the...text...." she shutter trying to collect her phone from one of the maids "That was your last warning" the king roar. which made both Asmy and I to almost jump on our skin when we heard his voice which sounds frightening "The prince has a wife, he is never going to get married to your niece. You both know your place or I'll make her leave this place cause I don't care whoever t

She said and left. With a sigh, Alexander left and went back to his room. He didn't have time to think about marriage. He had other things to take care of, like the war between Devon kingdom and the neighboring kingdom, The kingdom of Valeria. It's been going on for over seven months now. He completely hated wars and the first thing he was going to do when he becomes king is to find a way to end the war. **** Two hours later, the coronation began. All of the ceremonial traditions were performed. "As the queen of Devon, I declare Alexander D'Augostino the King of Devon. Rise my son!"

Despite this region being a hybrid territory, there are no more than ten full hybrids, and all of them are the current royal family. To give birth to one, both parents must be hybrids, except for the rare case of King Karl’s parents, who were a full hybrid and a female shapeshifter, managing to produce four full hybrid children. It’s difficult to birth a full hybrid and extremely challenging to kill one. No surprise the full house is around now, and since the incident, the king has been silent. His silence has led some of us to believe that the rumors weren’t true, and because none of the princes or princesses lives here, we can’t tell from their expression.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

I ate my evening meal, alone in my room. Edric had told Maude that I wasn’t to join them in the hall tonight This evening was only for him, Mallon and the other men that went hunting with them today, he wanted to celebrate their lucky catch of two deer and a fox, but I knew it was only to give him chance to mould Prince Mallon into the future King of Northlaye, the kind of king, Edric wanted him to be. The next morning, I awoke, stretched out as I thought about the day ahead. Before I went to sleep last night, Maude told me she overheard the king planning the day with Mallon, all the things he wanted to do and discuss with the young prince.

Now it makes sense where he gets it from. After the death of his mother, when he was only fifteen, his father remarried twice after that before dying of liver failure at the age of 78, leaving him and his stepmother, stepbrother, and sister. Soon after that, he was crowned king and married Julie Worthington, the Duchess of Marlboro, after years of trying, they had their first son Henry William and then three years later they had Christopher James. In 2015, a new law was passed that once a royal king has reached the age of fifty, the throne has to be passed down to the oldest son. Four years later Henry was crowned and had to marry before his coronation which is set to happen in 4 months' tim