Synopsis Of King Of Envy 소설 & 이야기

Something sharp twisted in my chest, and I forced a smile, pretending his words didn’t sink into my bones like a curse. Envy. It burned through me like a crawling snake. I had no idea when it had started, this possessiveness that latched onto me like a disease, but it was there. My feelings for Eve were spreading like wildfire, and it sucked. It sucked that I thought I had the right to feel entitled to her body. Because I was King? Because I had touched her before Shahar did? I clenched my jaw, sucking in a breath through my teeth as I massaged my arm. I needed to get my head straight.

I mean, she didn't have a child for him, so it would be easier for the throne to be vacant. Yes, that's what I'm going to do. “Would that be all, My King?” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Gomez. In all my years as an Envy, my patience had nrver been tested as much as it's been tested with this kid. “Gomez, get out if you don't want me to turn you into something I won't count as a living thing.” As he scurried away and shut the door behind him, I lay in the darkness, thinking about what exactly I was going to do next.

The real trial hadn’t been the meeting. It was whatever came after. Ivana’s perfume reached me before I entered the King’s private chamber, sweet, cloying, venomous. It curled around the air like smoke from a burning rose. She was already there. Of course she was. Drifting around the King like a vulture in a silk dress. A creature who fed on influence, on chaos, on whatever scraps of power she could steal while the King’s back was turned. She turned toward me with a smile, soft, gracious, and entirely false. A smile with teeth. A smile meant to provoke.

“I know, but that’s why you’ll be great.” He looks at me and smiles. “Well, if you think so, then maybe I will be.” “I have no doubt.” Before we can even begin our dinner, a guard rushes through the doors, kneeling in front of the King. “What is it?” the King asks. “An envoy has arrived, my King. From the enemy, King Astaroth.” “An envoy? Bring him in.” We watch the guard rush out. “We didn’t predict this,” the royal beta says.

“I'm sorry your highness, but have you thought that maybe the enemy that you've been looking for was built of your imagination?” One of the witches bravely asked the king, and right there, you couldn't imagine how furious the king was. His eyes were blazing like fire while looking at the witch. “Your highness, what I am saying is Maybe that enemy that you were looking for was already dead. He may be born as a weak creature. Maybe you are only wasting your time with energy because of this.” The king was about to go burst yet, the witch has a point. What if he was right? What if He's really wasting his time over his obsession for finding that man.

"I trusted them, those backstabbers. I gave Elvira everything, lifted her from the gutter, and made her who she is today. But what did she do in return? She turned greedy, manipulating me." As much as I wanted to comfort my father, I couldn't dare speak, not when his anger rose from him in waves and his fists curled together tightly. "I should have known something wasn't right," he continued his rant. " I shouldn't have trusted her. It took me decades to see her for who she truly is, a dirty vermin." The helicopter fell into silence, save for the hum of the engine. Then the king spoke again. "I suppose I was foolish not to realize I was surrounded by enemies. I thought I was surrounded by go

Heat and desire surged through them both, a fire of passion fused with power, igniting every nerve, every heartbeat. Kade’s eyes narrowed from the far side of the hall. Jealousy flared like molten metal, twisting his expression, bending his magic into jagged, dangerous shapes. “Always him,” Kade snarled, voice low and feral. “Why can’t it ever be me? She could belong to me… her power, her blood, everything she is!” Lucien’s grin widened. “Ah, yes. The king’s envy. Delicious. Dangerous. It makes this so much more entertaining.”

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

“I want to destroy Nial Ocnomad and make Ardae more about the people. The real people then about this neverending war amongst immortals. And power plays. And politics.” “You don’t think there should be any kings?” Not what I said. “On the contrary I think kings are necessary as a governing body. But I don’t think kings and queens only interested in their own self-serving desires are beneficial to anyone.” Bast blinked slowly. “You are not at all what I’d heard.” “I never am.” He sighed. “So how, exactly do you plan to overthrow all these corrupt kings and queens. By gathering commerce and swaying the people. Given enough goods I could control all of Ardae from the Blue Lark.”

As important and special as those times were to me, I can't imagine they would be anywhere near the spectacle that could occur here. "Events sound fun." "Not these events, where his rich friends pour honey in your ear and touch your waist innocently, and think it's okay," she mutters sourly, a darkness creeping into her eyes that has me shivering. "Tai...the King never stops them?" I ask. He may have prefaced his offer with the promise that I don't owe myself to him, and that I'm not expected to be his mistress, or anything of that nature, but I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't exactly restricting of his friends desires.