Soldier King Poet Test Novels & Stories

He reeked of pretense. “Your lord? Pledge your allegiance?” I repeated the words because they’d fascinated me and not because I thought he was worthy of receiving a response from me. But the asshole wrongfully took it as a cue to keep talking when it’d have been in his best interest to shut the fuck up already. “Please sir, I'll do anything to be deemed worthy to serve in your army as one of your trusted soldiers because I believe that you're the true King of Crescent Valley” His arms were visibly shaking because he’d been supporting his entire weight on it while he remained in position.

A soldier ran inside, pale and shaking. He shouted one sentence that turned every head, every heartbeat, every future upside down. “The kingdom is under attack.”

Roseline listened attentively, chewing on his words. "A great man will always have enemies, it's his ability to fight them off that matters. And I guess that's the reason a lot of people's been trying to kill you - because they want to get to me. But on thing is for sure - they can only try but won't succeed". Roseline was flabbergasted. The King was speaking with so much experience and maturity like a great teacher. *it's his ability to fight them off that matters" the words replayed in her head.

“The killers will know it’s a trick.” “Yes, and that’s exactly why we need a fake king,” Kane suggested. “Someone to pretend to be the king on the road to mislead the killers.” I frowned and stared at him in disbelief. A fake king? An imposter? I wasn’t sure how to feel about this plan. “Do you intend for one of the soldiers to pose as me?” I asked him. He shook his head. “A soldier wouldn’t work. Warriors of the Myriad have all gone through intense training. They’re too hardened to pass as a king and have no experience or opportunities to witness how a royal is meant to behave.”

However, he thought that the traitor does not deserve a quick death so he would have to wait for a little bit. “Who are these soldiers?” King Lawson asked as he eyed the four soldiers one by one, a bit confused about the situation. He could not recognize any of them and judging the crest on their armors, he came to know that they were from the Thorine Kingdom. “They are witnesses,” Emery replied.

It was better than nothing at all. Her mind brought memories of her mothers cold dead eyes and her fathers grieving sobs and for a moment, just a brief moment, her vulnerability seeped out. She knew he had seen it, for his eyes widened a little further and the iciness of his gaze softened but just as quickly as it had gone, it came back harder than before. "I will grant you your fight to the death King Hayden." He spat, "But it will not be us fighting. Bring out your best soldier and lets see if he's man enough to tell the mighty Ram."

What can this soldier do to stop the queen's order? "What is it, soldier? Are you trying to defile us?" The Queen asked, anger was evident in the tone of her voice. She was glaring at the soldier. "What is going on, Soldier?" The Prince asked him with his forehead knotted. Even the prince himself didn't know what the soldier was doing. "My Prince, Your Majesty." The Soldier bowed to them first before he faced the crowd. He was a distance away from the royal-blooded aliens. My forehead creased when the soldier stared at me. The three soldiers were waiting for the command to resume and the Queen has gotten impatient.

"Everyone listen up! Two of the younger warriors have gained the spot to become an official member of the Palace. Now let us move on to the next test, as you all know this regular warrior here is aiming to become the lead warrior of the Eastern border. Now we only need one! But since there are four of them the Alpha King has decided to give them his test!" Zeina and I were both looking for the Alpha King when finally he emerged from the back of the warriors. He's now wearing a T-shirt, unlike his topless appearance before but the shirt was tight enough to sculpt his beautiful arms and chest. His fair skin is in contrast with the dark T-shirt, he taps Beta Osuof on the shoulder before speakin

She didn’t know how many of us there were. I was quickly approached by a man who was suited up in what they called their military armor. “I’m Graham. I’m the King’s head soldier. I’m in charge of all of his soldiers.” Graham says. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” I say. “It’s very nice to meet you too.” He says. “You’ve done a good job with the soldiers. They seem to know what they're doing.” I say. “I was going to say the same about yours. How do they know how to block our attacks?” He asked.

he scrunched his brows, "That's a disgrace!" "You know nothing of honour!" the man yelled, "You obey the king's orders. Isn't it worse?" Carl faked a smile, "Oh if you knew what kind of man he is," "A mad man! That's what he is!" The soldier soon regretted insulting the king as Carl stepped harder on his ankle. He let out a groan, and tears fell from his eyes as the pain haunted his body. "Sir, we held two other prisoners," a soldier approached Carl, who nodded with a smile. "Good. We'll walk them to the palace. The king would know what to do with them."