Romans & histoires Pictures Of King Von

His long dirty blonde hair was held back by a velvet band and he had a mischievous smile on his face. When he caught Alyn staring, he sent her a wink and she turned bright red. Prince Khalid was the last to take his seat and he had worn a gold shirt decorated with gold beads and golden pants. His black hair was tucked into a gold cloth wrapped around his head. He gave a small smile to her before seating beside his sister who was also decked from head to toe in gold. The King signalled for breakfast to begin after the resident priest had blessed the food and all the noise began again.

I still don’t get this weird union. At least they don’t hate werewolves; they’re just concerned for the future. I don’t see Christopher; I feel so disappointed. We get into our tent, and the first person we bump into is the king. He looks like a ruler, alright, as he’s dripping in precious gemstones like diamonds, rubies and emeralds. “Son.” he pats Victor on the back, but Victor doesn’t really acknowledge him; he just goes to sit down. The king smiles at me, and he spreads his arms.

Isak could go out from the Queendom at his will only if he was able to retrieve the children the Vampire King was accused of abducting. Isak assessed the Vampire King, he wasn't a bulkier muscular guy like Isak had imagined him to be. King Vladimir was a leanly muscular man. His skin was smooth and too pale without any tan, probably from never going out in the sun. His features were sharp and breathtaking. But Isak knew that it was just a facade to hide the vicious killer behind. Even if King Vladimir appeared harmless Isak could bet that he could single-handedly slay both him and Victor.

In The Kingdom of Valeria; The king of Valeria was seated on his throne with two men next to him, King Darien an arrogant and crafty man who ruled his kingdom like a prison filled with criminals. He stared at the people who were beneath him in disgust. There were six other people in the room. They were chiefs, advisors and ministers. The man in charge of the army was also there, as he had to give a report to the king. The king had an angry look on his good-looking face. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He wore a long robe that was made from the finest silk. He tapped his fingers on his throne as he boiled internally. He had rings on each of the fingers.

he said back turning to watch consus who waited he nodded and consus nodded back entering “Door was open brother I was not barging into anywhere” consus said small smile on that arrogant face “ what do you want consus?” he said knowing that look from their childhood “You heard me I want to stay” consus said “You cannot brother two kings cannot live together you know that” he said back “I am not really…” consus began “You are a king my brother I promise you, current situation not withstanding, I believe you to be a good one, so no, no staying for you” he answered back

I get under the cover and within a minute, I doze off. I awoken with the sound of my door closing. I jump out of bed from the fear of being attacked by rogues again, my heart beating fast I look around the room to see if there's anyone else but there's no one. I sigh when I see a pair of sweatshirt and jean placed neatly on my bed. I take the clothes with me to the bathroom, The brush I used the other night is placed where I dropped it on the counter. I brush my teeth and change into the fresh pair of clothes. There's a nock on the door, I walk towards it and open it. The King is standing there, dressed in a pair of dark blue suit. His brown hair gel to perfection, not a strand out of place.

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”

THE KING'S STUDY ROOM The King sat on his chair as he stared at the paintings before him, one was the painting of a boy's back view, and though the figure wore a male clothing one could still see the delicate features that belonged to a female. her brown hair tied in a ponytail floating in the air as she ran. While the other painting was a portrait of a young lady, her hazel eyes bright as she wore a beautiful smile, her brown hair flowed freely and fell on both sides. The King kept staring at the two portraits when he heard a knock. “come in” he uttered his gaze not leaving the portraits, the masked guests earlier walked in, They wore leather trousers and shirts. “Kael” the lady called out

From the way he drove, I knew he probably had a dream to be an F1 racer. We arrived at the King's palace. It was magnificent , but I didn't bother looking around. I gently carried Scarlett from the backseat, placing her over my shoulders as I made my way in. Michelle followed closely behind. The doors sprung open, and I gently walked in. The King was in his pajamas, but he had a royal robe worn also. His hands were folded behind his back as he looked at the big drawing of the dragon behind the throne. “Your Majesty.” The guard bowed.

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.