The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

I yelled in his face. His shoulders visibly tensed and he clenched his jaw so hard I feared it would break in two before a sinister smile spread across his lips. “Where are they? Where is the person you claim to love? Nobody is coming for you, princess. You're at my mercy. You're stuck with me for life and nobody is coming to save you. I could turn you into a sex slave if I wish to. It would be so much fun breaking you bit by bit till there's nothing left of you but submission. But where's the fun in that? That fire in you, I'd love to see how far it goes before I do what I wish to you,” he said emotionlessly and stormed off.

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

A sweet scented breeze billows in, the essence of jasmine and peony lingering in a way that makes my nose start to itch. "Wait...What did you just say?" Marek motions for me to step out of the carriage, looking unbothered by what he is telling me. "The King." "I know who he is," I say, stepping out and into the rain, which has thankfully lightened to a soft drizzle. Despite the rain, everything around us glistens, from the trees, to the sweeping garden that leads up to the manor. "How do you know the King?"

Yeong steps forward to open a door, allowing Dyan to walk through it. When they reach the trail of the garden that leads to the chambers of the Prince, he mumbles under his breath. "Loosening up? My apologies. But I do not understand." "It's a phrase used in the human world. "The young prince smugly says. "Tell you what. Next time I visit their realm, I'll take you with me." The moment they arrive inside his parliament, Dyan relaxes his shoulders and stares at the girl unconscious in his bed.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Abigail ended her long speech and how she was treated here. The whole room fell into utter silence. No one spoke a single word. Abigail still couldn’t believe that Austin didn’t make a single try to say he still wants her. Closing her eyes, she laughed at herself silently. She should have buried all the expectations on him on the very day she lost her child. But it’s fine too. She would no longer believe him or have expectations of him. “What exactly do you want, Lady Grace?” The King asked looking at her. “His Highness, I have things to say point by point. Please tell me if you accept them or not.” She said. He nodded as if asking her to go ahead.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

My eyes met his and I frowned in confusion at how confident the king seemed, he was nowhere near being worried, in the contrary, he had something to believe in. “What are you trusting Verone, it is obvious that you didn’t come here to simply ‘bargain’ with me, the confidence you’re having is not one that would show that you’re here alone, nor that you’re here worried” Niklaus said looking at the king, I looked at Grace and her eyes were as hard as her brothers, her canines exposed as if she was ready to attack the king.

Gracie, my beloved mate, harboring secret desires while attempting to maintain an image of loyalty and devotion. A mischievous smile danced upon my lips as I spoke aloud to the empty air. "Gracie, my love, did you truly believe you could deceive me? Your eyes betrayed you, your body language whispered the truth. You underestimate the intelligence that lies beneath this Lycan king's facade."