Regressing With The King's Power Wiki Novels & Stories

Now it carries history. “She said it was written long ago,” he continues, voice trembling violently now. “Back when the first king began losing his mind.” Images from half-forgotten history crawl into memory like long-buried bones rising through soil. The First King. A name carved into legend and warning alike. “What about him,” I demand. The servant shudders violently against his restraints, breath hitching as his body struggles to keep pace with the relentless destruction forced upon it. “He wanted power beyond death,” he gasps. “Wanted strength no enemy could defeat. He tried to create a child unlike any before.”

And yet, she was restless. Her laugh faltered every few seconds. Her fingers gripped her champagne flute just a touch too tightly. Across the ballroom, Rex stood with the King. Their conversation was casual on the surface — something about investments, an estate in Cyprus, the energy markets — but beneath it, the tension simmered. The King had the kind of power that didn’t wear a crown but could ruin a dynasty with a sentence. He was amused by Rex, by his return, by his silence after six long years.

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

Too powerful to bear. Bale, still bound, jerked back against his ropes. His mouth opened but no sound came out. Shock rooted him there. Even the guards forgot to breathe. Tridents dipped. Eyes widened. Everyone stared as though they’d seen a prophecy step out of the old songs. The king went still for one breath. His expression softened, something almost reverent flickering across his face. Then his eyes sharpened. He saw it — the danger coiled inside that glow. The power that didn’t ask permission. The power that could unmake thrones. His advantage, gone.

he expressed quickly. This caught the King's attention, and he pursed his lips. He felt his blood boil with anger. Malcolm always irritated him with his selfishness. He understood that he would do anything to get rid of Skye. The King looked at him calmly. "Such kind of men are either widowers or rascals, and no parents ever consented to give them their daughters as wives." "So, that means maybe I could apply for a widower." Malcolm suggested.

I say, slightly shaking but for some reason not wanting to leave his arms. He sighs, kissing my hand faintly. Thinking hard of his next words, as he should. "I've told you before my parents were really bad people. When I became king, the kingdom was unsure and the royal court was scared. I wasn't who I am now but the more I ruled the happier the kingdom seemed to be. Point is- my parents were defile."

He spoke in a fairly casual manner, but I could still see the longing and grimness in his eyes. He was a prince who was on the verge of becoming Zeifa's King. His eagerness was understandable, and I knew we would support him no matter what course of action he chose or where he looked for his spouse. We would have to go our route. I couldn't help but wonder, though, if Lucian shared my haste and yearning for a mate. After all, he was a powerful King who oversaw one of the biggest empires. Someone must be able to assist him. However, I couldn't picture myself as that person.

Queen Riyal's comment made everyone laugh even the guards behind the king could not hold their laughter. The king reacted, " ohhh! Do you really think I am not as powerful and muscular as I was then? Warriors like me get younger always. We neither get old nor depreciate. Rather, decided not to engage in some activities. Not out of powerlessness or anything but just to give the coming generation a better chance to show what they have got. You know! Hope you are getting my points" "Okay! Okay!! Okay!!! If you are all having doubts About this agile, able, responsible, powerful, handsome man standing before all. Then check me out." The king moved forward chasing everyone behind him, then removed

Now I understood what Gwen meant. "The flowers should be changed, each and every single one of them. They are starting to lose their colour." Gerald said. He was supervising the maids. Today, they were expecting the king of Barklull. The Kingdom was the second to Devon, In terms of power and prosperity. He was having dinner here in the palace and he wanted everything to go well. He knew any sort of mistake might cost his job. He placed a finger on a stool.

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”