Soldier Poet King Meaning Novels & Stories

The place was slightly dark and shades of lights moved across the far edge of the room, on what I can simply describe as bugs being kept in a vase to give out light. "My legacy has always been found on the ground of protecting my people and the ones dearest to me." I looked around and the king was behind me, adjusting what looked like a flower on a vase. "Over time I had hoped that the prophecy of the A****n coming to the city would come true. Seeing what you did in the war made me realize that your potential could very much alter the military abilities of my soldiers." His words didn't sit well with me. I didn't realize I was engrossed in his words, till another man stepped out of an inner

Blue light glowing through cracks in their bodies. Just like the King. God. They weren't monsters. Fair. They weren't exactly people either. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut whispered: "More kings?" The Last King actually smiled. A small smile. Then: "My soldiers." Silence. Then Walter blinked. "Your soldiers?" The King nodded. Slowly. Then looked toward the warriors. His expression softened. For the first time. Like seeing old friends. Then one of the warriors stepped forward. The largest among them. A woman.

he said, pulling me down from the wooden platform, his boots sinking into the red snow as the crowd parted before us like a line of beaten hounds. The soldiers didn't raise their spears. They didn't notch the bows. They stood in the gray morning mist, their heads lowered as the King walked through the grand gate without a shield, his bare back covered in the ash of his own cathedral, his hand holding the merchant’s son by the broken chain. The white light of the southern moon came through the small glass window of the cabin, tracing a long, pale line across the rough pine floor where the old wool blankets lay piled near the hearth.

He was so lost in his reverie that he doesn’t realize when the attention shifted to him. After his greetings with his Queen, the King decided to introduce his decorated solider. A young man that has brough victory to the kingdom. The young man had lead an expenditure with the King’s army toward east and has returned victorious. “My Queen meet General Wei Yougkang.”

And a single moment that did not belong among them. Eyes meeting mine. Unmoving. Unafraid. My fingers tighten slightly at my side. Barely noticeable. Barely controlled. “What is her name?” I ask. This time, I ask. The soldier lifts his head just enough to answer. “Kiana, my king.” The name settles into silence. Different from the others. Unnecessary. And yet… remembered. A pause follows. Too long to be meaningless. Too heavy to ignore. Then the soldier speaks again.

"They have double of our men, both inside and outside of the town. We would just be going for a suicide squad, and their men are very skilled... " "Enough! Your blabbering is annoying! Why did I make you the second in command of the army then? I expected you to recruit men who are worthy to serve the kingdom, but you end up recruiting weaklings." "I'm sorry your majesty, I'll try to do better next time." He said. Deep down the man cursed at the king. He was a talented soldier. It wasn't his fault that most of the men here in Valeria were not skillful. In fact it was much more worse when he got here.

"We have direct orders from Your Majesty, King Roderick therefore tonight we will gather the 10 best soldiers who dare to die for a dangerous mission!" "Dangerous mission?" "Yes!" "Very well, Commander!" he said as he invited the Commander-in-Chief of the military forces to walk to the podium to convey the order from the king. "Good evening, valiant Lithonia soldiers!" "Good evening, Commander!" "Tonight, I want to inform you that the current state of the country is in the shadow of a war that will erupt at any time. Therefore, I want all soldiers who have sworn to surrender their souls to the King and homeland to immediately prepare to fulfill the call of duty. Are you all ready my soldiers

Steven looked at the three soldiers one by one and then continued, "Do you think after this you will still be his soldiers? Wake up from your sweet dreams and accept your fate. You will never be considered by him as his troops." The first soldier was seen sighing while the third soldier again replied so casually, "Sir, we are of course well aware of that. And it is because we understand the rules set by the king that this war is so precious to us and we cannot possibly waste the opportunity to be the troops of a great legend even just once." Steven was naturally surprised to hear that, the man was even stunned to the point of being at a loss for words. "Since we understand the rules so well

I don't know why but I feared it if something bad were to happen to him. "Get away from here, both of you. I need to talk to my son." The King said so I carried Soldier. I let his arm wrap around my shoulder. Before we left, I glanced at the king. Is it true that the King is not as evil as I think he is?

They mean to enter undetected, making a grand entrance at the ceremony itself, running George’s plans in the most dramatic of fashions. I worry for them, for Caleb and for Tristan, while also wishing I could be there to see the shock on George’s face. The King is only gone fifteen minutes when another soldier bursts through the entrance of the warehouse, panting so hard, he looks like he might keel over. “Where is the king?” the soldier asks, looking around. “I have a message.” “Rest yourself, son,” says one of the older woman non-combatants. “Sit down before you fall down.”