One Piece King And Queen Novels & Stories

No matter how I felt about Ryden or the assignment in general, Fargo had worked hard to build up the Titans and I wanted to give his security firm the reputation it deserved. The queen stopped in front of a couple who looked like they were from opposite sides of the social world. The woman was dressed like the queen, just a notch down in elegance, but the man was dressed in the standard three-piece suit the other men wore, and not the male-style ceremonial outfit the king was wearing. “These are the owners of this house,” the Queen explained. “Senka is the king’s sister. Dave is her husband.” Remembering my manners, I bowed again, which drew a laugh from the light-haired woman. “There’s no n

“You want to know what I don’t understand?” Indigo said as he peeled a grumpacker in the seat across from me. Turning my gaze from the window of the carriage I’d been staring out to watch the Far Shore landscape pass by, I lifted my brows in amusement as he kicked back lazily on his cushion and hiked his boots up onto the padded bench next to me. “What’s that?” I asked. “Why…” he wondered, “is a woman who marries a king labeled a queen, but a man who marries a queen a mere prince?”

Kastav said in a teasing voice but his teasing was off. “No, that won’t work. Everybody knows that the queen belongs solely to the king and him alone.” Sorian said as he bowed and left while Kastav, stared after him with a weird look on his face. “Brother, you plan on the future king being half outsider?” Catia asked and swallowed her words when Arius glared at her and she just duck her head to hide her face, it might be wrong of me but I discovered that I really like sitting in the dinning room as from today if they would keep their mouths shut with just one word.

I looked offended as well. “You’re not happy we are mates, why?” I asked him. He didn’t look up in my eyes. Someone cleared their throat behind and I looked to see the Alpha King towering over me. He was dressed as well, only with black suit. The Alpha King looked at us incredulously and I understood he heard me speaking of mates. The Luna Queen walked out, her blonde hair was in a high pony, making her look taller. She looked over at us. She stared at Prince Chris in the eyes and spoke with him through a mind link. I wondered what she said but then she abruptly walked out. Prince Chris sighed.

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.

Kael's POV “Those are standing rules that have been since the era of the first Human Queen.” Aunt Lois said, educating me. “The five humans are in a sense to cleanse the King since he married a human.” “That's just totally stupid by the way.” I vehemently refused. “If he's not going to have peace or a safe passage into wherever, then he should not have it. He's dead already! No need to add to the list!” “Permit me to speak freely, your Majesty.” She asked, facing the floor.

And she placed hers in his, "Eva." "A beautiful name, and why am I not surprised?" he raised her knuckles and kissed it, albeit still peering at her face. Salvatore felt himself cringe, which became irritation quickly when he saw her glancing at him with a raised brow and upturned lips, and he darted his eyes to the wall immediately. She laughed, "That's very nice of you, but I kinda know that already," Victor mumbled, "I'll be shocked if you don't," he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen."

She bowed her head as servants exited the room carrying loads of royal robes and linens. On the stone wall curtains of purple and red were draped and huge paintings made from dye and animal fat of the king and past kings before him hung on the wall. Mare’s eyes caught the king’s family portrait. With him was his wife, a sullen-faced golden-haired woman dressed in expensive royal regalia, her hands were crossed in her laps and her golden hair hung in a braid over one shoulder. Standing beside her was a staunch-faced boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes, his hands held firmly beside him and he stood like a soldier under the command of his commander. The girl on the opposite side of the qu

Regal. My breath caught. She looked exactly like me. The same silver eyes. The same face. The same hair. My hands trembled. I stepped closer. At the bottom of the portrait, a golden plaque displayed her name. Queen Lyra Nightshade. The First Queen. The legendary ruler mentioned in the prophecy. My heart nearly stopped. This wasn't possible. I stared at the portrait. Then at my reflection in the glass. Then back at the portrait. The resemblance was undeniable. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"He doesn't understand. I don't care what you are. I don't care about the village or the name. You saved me. You belong to me. I’d marry a demon if it had your eyes." Noah looked at the "Abigail" on the floor. She had been a pawn, just like him. And Ethan had butchered her without a second thought just to keep his toy. "You're mad," Noah breathed, the words meant only for the King. "I’m a King," Ethan corrected. He pulled Noah flush against him, his hand sliding down to the small of Noah’s back, pressing him into the hard line of his ceremonial armor. "And you are my Queen. Try to run again, Noah. See how many bodies I’ll pile up to bring you back."