Short Story About A King Novels & Stories

we woke up one morning and discovered he was gone with his belongings. But I'm glad we're doing well without him. And I have big dreams of leaving the kingdom to another place to start a new life far from the devious king - King Lee. He's the furious king that ever lived. His rules are strict and unstained. Rumor has it that he's has a complete psycho. He's powerful and slays men effortlessly. This features doesn't bother me cause I don't intend to meet him - never! What bothers me is the dreams I've been having lately.

"Good night, Your Majesty," Yifa humbly conveyed as she gracefully bowed. The King lay in bed, safe and secure, much like a cherished child. Yifa had diligently ensured he consumed all his medicine and could rest comfortably unaided. Returning the gesture, King Benedict replied, "Good night to you as well." He secretly hoped for her presence again tomorrow, as he had many more fascinating stories he wished to share. In a way, he recognized that he was using Yifa for his own benefit, much like a doting father leveraging her attentive ear. The joy of speaking about his passions and interests brought him a sense of happiness and liberation.

He who is known as the perfect and cruellest king was kept in dark and betrayed by his people. Victoria broke the silence and said" Don't be afraid No one is greater than god. He who rules the world will do justice to all his people. To give justice he had chosen a man from many men to rule a small part of the earth according to his will. Like this God has chosen king Alexander Knight the king of country K to give justice according to his will to you and all your people". Alexander looks at Victoria. She is sometimes childish and acts recklessly but she has everything a Queen and a wife should have. She is like a mother to country A people and a caring wife who cares about him. Day by day he

“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.”

the princess commented, then she pointed in a direction. "Oh my God! It's King Roberts, what is he telling them?" "I have to talk to my father, he must know about this urgently." "For this reason they have failed in the last battle, you have to think before acting." Her comment annoyed her much to the prince who quickly frowned. "And what do you know? How many kingdoms have you governed?" The prince responded, very offended. "My father has not had many successes because he is a great Warrior, he plays with people's minds, deceives and manipulates at his convenience.

’ sounded around the room as we all looked at her. “Here me out.” She shifted so she could see us all, “My mom used to tell me a story, a fairy tale of sorts that her dad, King Phanton, used to tell her as a child. Seriously, just hear me out first before y’all laugh at me. 'Once upon a kingdom, A long time ago remembered as Riocht, There lived a King who ruled over all the kingdoms, He fell in love with a beautiful princess and ruled the land with a stern

Definitely not stories you would want to tell a young child at the age of twelve but apparently, his father knew that someday he would have to come back to rule the pack and the only way he could have a bit of experience was if he heard some of the things that happened around these packs. Xavier could remember his fathe telling him of a king that died on the night he conquered a neighboring kingdom. Apparently, he was a merciful king and when the enemy king swore his loyalty to him, he had mercy on him and refused to kill him. He stayed at the enemy’s pack overnight with the people he acclaimed as his people and they partied all night. The next morning the merciful king didn’t wake up. He wa

Samantha led Katie to the fountain to tell her the story behind the statue. " Many years ago a wise King sought help from a nearby country. All the nearest Kings refused to help The Wise King. He had dressed as a poor man to test them. The Queen of a nearby Kingdom heard he was in need of water for his people and helped him. She ordered her builders to dig a trench from their dam to The Wise King's land. When the builders returned to their Queen. He had sent trailers of gold and jewels. This made her the richest Queen in the world. When the other Kings came to seek her hand in marriage and in her pockets, she refused them all. She only had eyes for The Wise King who only thought of his peo

she said quietly. I stiffened. “He loved fiercely,” she continued. “And it nearly destroyed his reign.” I looked away briefly, my jaw tightening. “I will handle my reign my own way.” She sighed softly. “Just remember… kingdoms rarely survive love stories, Kaius.” “I will consider the council’s concerns,” I said finally, though my voice remained firm. “That is all I ask,” the Queen Mother replied. I turned toward the door, my mind still heavy with the conversation. As I stepped into the corridor, my eyes landed on a dress that looked like Adelaide's.

“I’m still what, Lord Jared? Though I’m only twelve, I am no longer a baby. If I don’t know what is happening in my own kingdom, how can I be expected to learn to rule wisely?” Jared unclenched his fist and sighed. “As you wish, Princess Wren. I will tell you. We were about to capture the Inhumane who stole from us when we….” he stammered. The king nodded his head. Jared knelt down, lowering his eyes, and continued, “We were confronted by a dragon.” The king stood up in shock. Terror swept his features. “A dragon!” “Yes, my king.” Wren looked at her father in amazement, she’d never seen him in such a state. “Father what does this mean?”