Queen's King Novels & Stories

I turned away from the window and reached for my cloak. Then Bang! The door of my room shook. Before I could move, the heavy wooden door burst open. The lock tore away from the wall, and the door crashed against the other side. I froze. Stirling stood in the doorway. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and his chest was rising and falling quickly. His green eyes were fixed on me. In his hand, he held the white King from the chessboard. “You.” His voice was quiet. He stepped into the room. “It was you.”

Lucian had never heard himself laugh like that. Not once. Footsteps approached. The Queen. She wore a simple pale-blue dress, her long dark hair flowing freely over her shoulders. There was no crown. No jewels. Only a basket filled with fresh bread and fruit. “You’ve been hiding from your council again.” The King looked completely unashamed. “They’ll survive one afternoon.” “They’ve been looking for you for hours.” “They always find me eventually.” The Queen smiled knowingly. “Because this is always where you come.” She handed him a piece of warm bread.

Sarah once again realized with crystal clarity just how immense this man’s charm was; the pheromones he unintentionally exuded were almost enough to make one lose oneself. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. But Adrian ended the call first. He understood perfectly well the rules of the game—when to continue and when to take a break. He spoke elegantly, “It is my honor to have Miss Sarah’s company.” For a moment, Sarah was left speechless. She clutched the phone in her hand—the call had already ended—yet her heart was racing. Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump.

He nodded, completely disappointed. "I know my son Kohl too well; he knows what's best for him, the maiden has been informed, and she should be on his way," the Queen said. Naomi found herself in the sight of the royal family around lunchtime, with Prince Kohl standing close besides her. What is your name? Her name is Naomi. Kohl responded, and the king requested that she speak for herself. Are you aware that a maiden earned his affection today? The king went on to enquire, "Yes, I am aware," she replied, "the monarch continued, he informed us that he has decided to make you his queen; of course, you know me, and the queen will not rule this Kingdom forever." My king and queen, I apologise i

Keith took a deep breath and nodded, "More than ever." The queen wore a golden dress with black embroideries, which highlighted her long dark hair and her big brown eyes. She did everything to catch Kenneth's attention while having breakfast, such as dropping her handkerchief, complimenting the delicious pastries, and asking for more juice. "Are you ready for the big day, my king?" she asked, "The last selection was three years ago, it has been a long time." Kenneth nodded without a word, and Alec's mouth curved into a smile. He enjoyed watching the king ignoring the devil witch no matter how much she tried to get his attention.

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."

Mr Woodsman hesitated before he bowed to his King. There sat a man on the throne, his face screwed up in anger and he clutched the sword in his hand. He was waiting for the loyal servant to speak. King Edward stood up to hand over his sword to Mr Woodsman as he crossed his hands over his back and uttered, "Tell me, Woodsman. What did you find out?" "My King, your...our Queen…" he cleared his throat to continue, "Our Queen is having an…" "So, I was correct. You were correct, Woodsman. Is she with him right now?" The furious King asked his loyal servant who gave a certain nod.

The heartbeats of the Lords were so fast and loud, I wondered if any of them could have actually done it. “So, Where is the Queen?” King Kael asked with an authoritative voice. “I will only ask once. WHERE IS SHE?!”

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

He strikes his head against the floor repeatedly while he begs for mercy. The King looks at his Queen and then to the merchant. "Your offense is not against the servant, but against my Queen, whom she belongs to, and as such, an offense against me." "For daring to touch that which belongs to me and offending the Queen, I sentence you to death by execution." It is no news that the King is ruthless and crazy, but his ministers felt his judgment to be over the top, especially since the woman he tried to molest is a mere servant, and not just a servant, a doll.