The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

Fifty two *Freya* "You only needed to see it, Grace. It was...magical! It was perfect!" I explained to Grace, who watched me excitedly. "Well I hope you believe me now when I tell you that you're his highness's favorite." I paced around my chambers, thinking about her words. "I don't think he has any favorites right now.. i can't get my hopes up like that." Grace looked up and gave me a reassuring smile. "My lady, anyone with eyes can see the Alpha King is smitten with you."

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

“Maybe you forget that. I know you, and I know how you feel.” Alex only smiled. He looked over Grace in her deep plum-colored dress, and the moonstone earrings that hung from her ears. Had she worn them to tell him she was his? Or just to taunt Liam? Ever since he encountered Grace, he had inexplicably lost all desire to chase other women–there were just no other women that lived up to Grace’s magnetic personality and raw beauty. As the Lycan King, he had never felt attached to anyone or anything, being the most feared and powerful creature in the world.

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

Every step felt like a mile, and the sound of their hearts beating in unison was the only music they could hear in the cold palace air. "I am so sorry that I was mean to you and that I thought you were my enemy, when you were really just another victim of a man who knows nothing about loyalty or love. We will face the King together, and we will make sure that Lucas pays for what he has done to our family and to our honor as werewolves," Grace said. She squeezed Katy’s hand one last time before they pushed open the heavy oak doors to the throne room, ready to let the secret go and let the storm begin.

Sebastian said getting impatient. “Care to answer mother, I believe that King Alexander’s tongue got tied up, maybe you could explain to us your bloody crime” Grace said glaring at her mother who bit her bottom lip, in a manner of nervousness, I could tell that this was something that the king was not supposed to let out, especially not in front of Nathan, Grace, or Sebastian, not yet anyway.

He turned around, raising his eyebrows in curiosity as he waited for her to speak. "There is a way for your nephew to become the king of this pack," Grace said, her tone serious. Giovanni leaned in slightly, intrigued by her words. "That is?" he asked, his voice low. "Become a father," Grace replied bluntly, her expression unwavering. "And give birth to a biological child."

"My great grand father's father came here as his father assigned this Palace to him as successor. He won a lot more kingdoms in his great life. He was such a Great King and best known for his brain tactics. People used to say that he was so sharp in Politics" I was listening to him as his lips were moving beautifully when he was telling me about his grandfather. My heart beats settled and calmed down as we talked a little. We were lying together and his body warm was soothing me as the weather was slightly chilly at night. I didn't know what I needed to predict or imagine this night and then suddenly I felt his light movement as he held my hand. I looked at him as he started playing with my

"No, it's no big deal. His majesty invites us to attend an event that will take place in the King's castle. As it says in the decree, he decided to stage a farewell event to summer and welcome the coming autumn." "Just that? Can I read it?" Skye asked. "Of course," Lord Malcolm replied and handed the scroll to Fiona to deliver to Skye. Skye took the parchment in her hands and unrolled it. Above it was written: King Cinaed by Grace of God. "With God's blessing, I ask you to come to my castle, Dunrobin Castle, where an outdoor event will be held at court. Let's say goodbye to the summer, and let us welcome the autumn that will arrive very soon, and pray to God for rich and robust harvests.

He scarcely spoke a word to her, and those heated gazes she wanted so badly remained absent from his eyes. “Romy, dear. You’re doing it again,” Dorothea said and smacked her daughter’s hand gently. Letting her hand fall, Romaine forced an apologetic smile on her face and tried to look ashamed at the action her mom abhorred. Queen Dorothea asked again about Kingston, and Romaine answered without even thinking. “No, Mother. There’s no need to replace him. King is working out quite well. He takes his duties very seriously,” Romaine informed her. “I have no worries about King.”