Novel & Cerita Making Of A King

She merely introduced herself to some people and the whole kingdom already knows her name. "If the king requested, who am I to disobey?" Maki went with the knights to the palace where she was escorted like royalty and those men who were hoping they would be noticed, could only shake their heads. Of course they couldn't compete with the king. King Albatros eagerly awaited Maki's arrival and his eyes lit up when he saw the carriage entering the palace. The sixty-eight-year-old king cleared his throat and tried his best to look as handsome as ever, but he was already balding with a huge belly. The only thing that gets him a woman in bed is because of his title and wealth.

FLASHBACK "Look son, I know you will not be agree but this is the rule of our ancestors that every future king has to make a compliance with another kingdom so that our power will increase and simultaneously our reputation will still be intact. So I have decided that since you are a 25 which is the right age according to our tradition to become the king and aso as I am stepping down as a king then this is the best opportunity to seal a deal with another kingd.." Dad, I dont want to know all these nonsence .just come straight to the point."I cut him as I was losing my patience. How many times do I have to tell you not to cut me when I am talking. I am still the king though right now l am talk

“.…Merrica…Bloodlines, Heirs, genders..doesn’t made a person a King or a Monarch…it has never does and should never will…A King is someone who can hold his own self, someone who can lead you all, be it peasant, nobles or slaves…A king should grasp his own power and stand above all to show his might and the heart of steel, that would never falter to anyone will but his own…A king is someone who made the Title his own…no the one that become a king due to the title that was given due to his or her birth right…..remember, every first king was born from a normal and humble beginnings…, My friend….that prince….is not a king….but a mere puppet and a lofty fool…..should such man rise to the throne…t

“Don’t worry about the fated mate bond. Davide won't live for much longer. It appears,-“ “What?” you interrupt the king. “He wants you and refuses to trade your father or your siblings, so the only way to save your father and your siblings is to kill him. I send him a note a few days ago that if he continues his behavior, he will end up killing you. He then send a wedding invitation back to his upcoming wedding to you,” king Makens explained. “We believe he is not going to marry you but instead kill you along with your father, and siblings and probably try to kill me and my family.”

Kael's POV The palace bustled with activity—servants running up and down the marbled halls, tailors entering and exiting with bolts of silk, decorators arguing over flower arrangements, and chefs preparing menus to impress royalty. And at the center of it all stood me. Kael Whitmore. Soon to be King. I have been thinking a lot recently. Everything still feels like a dream. A dream come true—one that is too good to be true. How did I get here?

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

Not quite long,the palace door opens,the priest who is also the king maker comes in. "Where are you here? Lucas the king maker"Lord Wilson asked. "I came to tell you things you need to do and know before you can become an emperor"the king maker said, taking a seat. "Ok, what are the things to do in order to reign?"Lord Wilson asked. "You are to bring the dragon egg from the forbidden forest"the king maker answered. "Is that all? What am I supposed to know before I become an emperor?"Lord Wilson asked. "The only thing I can say is that;once that one is done,then the coronation will proceed, others will be decided by you,"Lucas said.

You could feel the excitement in the air the moment the announcement went out as it meant someone would have the chance to become the beta to the new king on the day that the new king and queen were crowned. It was something that had not been done in our kingdom. A first. All the previous kings already had their betas before they became king. With that settled, we could get down to making sure the last of the arrangements for the big day were taken care of. The castle quickly filled with people as everyone prepared for the big day. I had already moved into Noah’s room permanently, and he stayed across the hall. I was sure if I let him, he would sleep in front of my door to make sure I was sa

The king reconciled with his throne. It had started as mentorship. A sharing of knowledge, of strategy. But it had evolved into something else. It had evolved into a monarchy. Not of blood, but of choice. Not of custom, but of rebellion. "They're gonna write about us, you know," Joe announced, as if he'd been contemplating it himself. "Years from now. They'll try to dissect it. Was it a love affair? A corporate coup? A corruption tale?" He shook his head. "They'll never understand. They'll try to put it in a box, label it. But sometimes things are larger than boxes."

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.