Novel & Cerita Making Of A King

She was feeling down and remembered, "it was Shaun, after all." The king cleared his throat upon hearing her solemn voice. Then, he sipped on the cup only to realize it was delicious, and it was his first time tasting an unusual drink aside from teas and freshly brewed coffee. "What do you call this thing again?" "Coffee float." "I guess it's not that bad. Who made this, by the way?" Aileen looked away and confessed, "I made it." The king got mad and he even placed the cup set on the coffee table. He said, "Where's your dignity as royalty? Why would you lift your finger to do that labor? What exactly is the reason we have four royal chefs?"

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

I wondered where she was and if she was watching this on television. Then we had a weekend off, and on the following Monday, it was time for our closing statements. The king took the stand and started to make his own, painting his life in such a manner that even I started feeling sorry for him. He explained the tragic loss of his first wife, the trouble finding a second wife, no heir to follow him until a blood test showed a stranger to be his child, and then nothing but questions about why the late queen would keep something so monumental from him and from all the people of Orlune.

I can answer them all but I think it would be more exciting to know it when it's actually needed…? So I was talking about the best and the only, where every unimaginable picture you can see and can feel the joy, excitement, adventure in every step that you make. The story of the making of the Kiiings University is actually funny, it was a challenge to the king Ma'la from a hermit to build a hub of the knowledge in the centre of the ard. And if someone comes here to seek the knowledge and to learn from here, he wouldn't see a school here but a city and the citizens who are responsible to provide the right of knowledge to the righteous.

What did he mean by saying I was willing to stay by his side without a title or a promise, but Hayley couldn't? He was the one who'd promised that he'd give me a home once he made it. And so, for the sake of his career, and to stand by his side as his equal, I had scraped and clawed my way through the entertainment industry, navigating various social circles just to secure opportunities for him.

My mother watched from the edge, her face carved into calm stone. The Alpha King's gaze swept over everything, the marked rings, the worn ground, the wolves standing tall instead of bowing their heads. He lingered on Kerrik, on Sera, on the sentries who did not bristle or bare teeth but observed. "You've changed them," he said at last. Not praise but just a Statement. "They changed themselves," I replied. "I only gave them the structure to survive it." He pause. I felt the weight then, not just of his power, but of the realm behind him. Kings were not made by strength alone. They were made by deciding who was allowed to exist.

"Don't say goodbye. You're coming back from this. You're going to play in the draft tomorrow. You're going to be the first Kingston heir to control the Aegis instead of being controlled by it. And I'm going to be right here when you do." He almost smiled. "You're really bad at following orders." "I'm really bad at a lot of things. Doesn't mean I'm wrong." He held my gaze for a moment longer. Then he turned to face the center of the rink, where the ritual circle waited. The candles flickered. The air thickened. And Jace Kingston closed his eyes and let go.

Derek's POV This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. Of all the men in the kingdom, I, the King of Drogomor palace, had to be the first to be mated to the same gender. My jaw clenched as I watched Abigail beam beside her newest chosen omega—Nicolas, that was what I heard her call him. Just a slender boy with wide eyes and pretty features. The irony was enough to choke on. The one person who my wolf had chosen, my destined mate, was the same person my ever bold sister paraded in front of the court as her newest conquest. And no one even blinked an eye.

Everything seemed fake to me~ The elders all sighed as they nodded their heads “You’re right. We need to install a new king for this war.” One of them said. “Well... The best option we have right now is You. Will you become our king?” Another Elder and when I looked at the faces of the Elders, None of them seemed to go against it which broke my heart into pieces. Without any fight, Luke was made a king and Magnus was believed to be dead. He became a king at the expense of Magnus’s life... No, it was a lie. Magnus wouldn’t leave me that way, would he?

"Your Highness, the princesses have already turned 7 years old. Would I allow Naya to be taken to my palace? The third wife made the request with fear. The king had married very young. And only when he was a prince he already had two wives, then when he turned 23, he acquired another, this was Mrs. Cadi. It was that same woman who bore him a first child, although to his misfortune, she could not give the king a son. "Sure, Mrs. Cadi. You know how our deal is. If he fulfills what I ask, he will be able to take his daughter, Princess Naya".