Murder Of A King Novels & Stories

Nohaa knelt in front of me and bowed his head "I will not ask for forgiveness do not deserve it. I did what I thought was right at the time. I thought it was better that no one knew about your existence, otherwise you would have died like your mother and all the other members of the royal family . " "What should that mean?" He raised his head and looked at Karish "You can talk in front of him" I calmed him down and I gestured with my hand for him to get up. "The king heard a prophecy about his death. Some of his own blood would kill him. Because of that prophecy, he killed everyone in the royal family, including his partner and his unborn child."

The guard reported. "hmmm, that's quite strange, go and call me the chief commander", the king commanded. The guard bowed and left. Some few minutes later, the chief commander came in with the guard. He bowed before the king. "look me in the eyes", the king commanded. The chief commander raised his face up to look at the king squarely. "what happened to that child twenty three years ago?", "he was killed just as you commanded your highness". "are you sure?", "yes my lord, I killed him personally. Is there a problem my lord", the chief commander asked.

I looked motionless from them to Edric as I began to speak with a strong, loud voice. “Edric William Charleton, you have been brought here today to face course justice, for the merciless and cruelty you placed upon the people of Northleye. You abused your power and authority as their king. You commited heinous crimes and injustice against the very kingdom you had sworn to honour and protect by oath. If you have any last words, you now may choose to speak them!”

My honeymoon ends sooner than either of us imagined. Not with a fight or fatigue, but with a revelation so heavy it silences joy. The pages of King Lucien’s journal replay in my mind; his shaky handwriting, his fading strength, his fear masked as dignity. Those words have changed everything. The man always called the Judge King did not die of failing health. He was murdered with poison. And the woman he loved most, his queen, Morgana is the prime suspect. We don’t return to Wild Villa. Gregory and I remain in the royal palace of Matica, the air heavy with unease and grief. Celeste wastes no time. She orders the archives opened, summons the council, and forms a panel of judges to reopen our f

"So yes. I am a murderer and a sodomite and a king who has lied to everyone in this room for five years. But I am also the man who will see you hanged for conspiracy before I let you take my throne. And I have eight votes of my own Viktor, who you've blackmailed and broken and who is finished being your instrument. Isolde, who watched her brother executed for the same thing you now condemn. And six others who will choose survival over your promises, once they understand I know exactly what you offered each of them, and where the documentation is kept." He had bought time. Not much. The doors behind him came open. Not guards. Not Rowan's people. Men in unfamiliar livery, swords already drawn,

“Don’t move.” I freeze, confused. “What’s going on?” Alden steps forward. “You need to come with us.” “Come with you? Why?” His jaw tightens, and I can see the anger flash through his eyes. “The king is dead.” I am completely frozen when he says this. “What? What do you mean?” “You know exactly what I mean. The king is dead. You killed him,” he says. “And you need to come with us.” “What do you mean, I killed him?”

he announce to the table and they almost flinch at the accusation of such great crime “Who dares to commit treason?” they wondered in silent “according to the law guiding this Kingdom, an attempt to harm and kill the crown prince or the King is consider treason and whosoever is caught will face death” King Josh stood fiercely on his feet and all shrieks inwardly as they await what is to come to them “Someone attempts to kill my crown Prince although the attempt was futile, the Prince was hurt mentally” he announced to them again, this time he was filled with both agony and fury

“Yes, this is Rhea, one of the people my mate was accused of murdering. And yet, here she stands.” The King stood from his throne, his confusion morphing into anger. He ignored me and walked directly to Rhea, his movements slow and deliberate. His sharp eyes scanned her face, as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, he turned to Mr. Luke, his expression dark. “You told me she was dead!” he thundered, his voice filled with accusation. Mr. Luke remained silent, his jaw tight as he avoided the King’s gaze. “You told me she killed them both!” my father shouted again, pointing an accusing finger at him. His voice wavered slightly, his disbelief palpable.

He pounded on the armrest of the black throne that had live grey serpents as his footstool, shattering it to bits, causing the guard who delivered the news to tremble. "Go, investigate what occurred to the two of them outside," the king commanded through tightly clenched teeth. At this juncture, a man possessing short pink and grey striped hair and sporting golden armour rushed in and knelt quickly before the king, panting heavily, "Your majesty, the queen was harmed by three creatures of another race and Antero was killed by 4 people, three of which were responsible for harming the queen," "What races, general Karlh?" the incensed king questioned, rising from his throne with a twisted expre

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”