Queen's King Novels & Stories

Now it makes sense where he gets it from. After the death of his mother, when he was only fifteen, his father remarried twice after that before dying of liver failure at the age of 78, leaving him and his stepmother, stepbrother, and sister. Soon after that, he was crowned king and married Julie Worthington, the Duchess of Marlboro, after years of trying, they had their first son Henry William and then three years later they had Christopher James. In 2015, a new law was passed that once a royal king has reached the age of fifty, the throne has to be passed down to the oldest son. Four years later Henry was crowned and had to marry before his coronation which is set to happen in 4 months' tim

Shiloh frowned. "Where is he?" "Dead!" "Is that why you're angry with him?" The Queen asked. Shiloh blinked twice. "No. But I am certain that is why Kevin has been so sad and unhappy." "I am sorry to hear that. You do not have to speak about him if.." Shiloh interrupted. "Do you that he was supposed to be a king, but he could not be one because of his evil heart." She said. "You mean Kevin is a royal?"

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.

"Let us hear your opinion." "I agree with Daddy. We don't want another queen except for my mother, so before we get into a misunderstanding and grievances, let me explain to you and Lady Courtier my Mom's obligation to my father as the King of this realm. My Mom is the King's wife, the queen consort, with one primary obligation: to provide a son who inherits the throne. Bran and I are proof that Mommy is my father's Queen. So, if anyone is unhappy with that fact, the door is open for you to go." They were all surprised when everybody stood up but bowed their heads.

"Please stop!" Both kings froze. They turned their heads together, staring down at me with shocked, furious expressions. "Silence," Riccardo gritted out, though his chest was heaving as he fought down his wild instincts. He took a step back from Leonidas, smoothing down his shirt. "The arrangement is settled. Leonidas will take the first evening with you today. Tomorrow, you are mine again." Leonidas looked down at me, a dangerous, slow smile spreading across his scarred face. "I look forward to it, little Fae. Let us see how long your frail body lasts around a real king."

he snaps at Caleb. Caleb doesn’t back down. “She has a right to know.” “I need to talk to King,” I say, my voice breaking. Big King exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know he won’t let ya. He doesn’t want ya there.” “Then let me talk to him on the phone!” I demand. “It’s not a risk. Just let me speak to him!” Big King looks at me, his eyes softening with sympathy, but his words hit like a hammer. “He doesn’t want to talk to ya, Queenie. He made it clear ya weren’t to be 'ere for any of his calls.”

The city outside was already erupting. Crowds were marching. Police were mobilizing. News channels were calling for her death. And somewhere inside the Vale Network, someone was giving orders in her name. Then every screen flashed red. A final message appeared. THE QUEEN HAS LOST CONTROL. Underneath it: THE REAL KING IS COMING. Lucien stared at the words. “Who is the king?” Seraphina slowly turned toward him. Neither of them knew. Then a second message appeared. HE IS ALREADY INSIDE THE CITY.

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

"If the King had wanted you in the staff quarters he would not have put you in a guest room." "It's not about the room," "It's about what the room means." She looked at me steadily. "You are here as a guest. Not staff, a guest." "I need something to do," "Then take it up with the King." She turned back to what she had been doing. "That's not a conversation I can have with you. That's above what I can decide." I stood there for a moment. --- I found Kael in the corridor outside his study. He saw me coming.