The Grace Of Kings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

King changed into proper attire to suit his position as the heir of the Charlie family before leaving to address the workers. He stopped by Rita's room to check up on her, and she was still sleeping soundly. Majority of the workers there have been working for the Charlie family for years, so they were happy to see him as their faces lit up. "Good day, Master," they chorused. "Hello, everyone," he responded. "Alright, I can see some new faces here. I will trust Peter to put you through on how I want things to be done around me. Also, I need two ladies that could be trusted and are very diligent to be in charge of the ladies," he said, facing Peter.

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the God of War, Ares that makes it so much powerful. “This is the extent of my help.” He said “This is such a precious thing to hand me. Are you sure it’s just right to give me this?” He’s still hesitant to receive such grace “Yes. I know that my sword is in good hands” he simply said and smiled “From today on, you’ll be taking place on this world. This will be your new home.” He added as he handed him the ring and the sword

Beta Carson disappeared in the opposite direction of Grace. It isn't long before Grace returns with a pile of books on the history of the kingdom, of all the kings that have passed the throne onto the next, and how each one ruled over the land. I was halfway through the first book when Carson returned with a very old thick book in his hands. He made his way over to where Grace was and whispered, "This isn't meant to be here. This is the book I was talking about... It is meant to be in the King of King's library..."

"You don't think—is that why we’ve never had a Luna Queen?" Movement jolted our attention to the door, and my entire body froze. The King stood in the archway; his eyes fixed on my face. He was alone, without his men by his side as he entered the small cottage, his aura penetrating the air with so much force it nearly knocked me to the ground. Grace immediately bowed, her face red, fearing that he had overheard our conversation. “Give us a moment,” the King said, his eyes finding Grace. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she said hurriedly before lifting her gaze to me. She gave me a knowing look before she hurried out of the cottage.

The death seemed to rile Kings army up and Elicited a loud growl from the king himself. "How do you have the strength to fight against me?!" He asked with a growl in his vocals. "I broke you!" "You didn't break me your grace... you hardened me. How does it feel, knowing that you singlehandedly pushed me into the arms of the rebellion?” I placed both my hands around the hilt of the blade embedded into the enemy's warriors skull and yanked it out, readying my weapon and pointing at His grace.

His throne was carved for power, not comfort, but even he felt the sting of irritation Grace managed to summon from miles away. “She has always been dangerous,” the King murmured, almost to himself. “Even from the shadows of exile, she wields influence that is… difficult to measure.” “Exactly,” the advisor said. “And that is why you must not act. Responding to her will only grant her the attention she craves. She thrives on chaos, Your Majesty. Do not feed it.” The King’s fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, the rhythm deliberate, thoughtful. He could feel the subtle undercurrent in Grace’s words, the manipulation carefully hidden beneath a veneer of urgency. She was asking for his help,

Grace whispered hugging me tightly, we pulled away to look at one another, and I cupped her cheeks and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Princess, how are you?” “I’m fine, how are you? How was your trip?” “It went well, thankfully no one got killed in it” I teased, Grace laughed, but it was no joke, a few kings had died before in these meetings, the kings feared my anger by now and knew not to mess with me, the humans who were to defy me learned that I was no king to mess with, despite being kind to my people and family, I listened to the kings, to their suggestions and their requests, but if I saw that I was to be defied, I would react, I was the one to say the last word, regardless of what

Grace replied. "You are the main hero who saved this kingdom. You bravely defeated the Magical Stone Spirit, resulting in the witch Julius’s power disappearing. Without you, the war with monsters and witches would not have ended. Therefore, I, King Archer Elex Groendez, bestow upon you the title of nobility, our light from the west, Princess Grace Menken." The king proclaimed as he placed his sword on Grace's shoulders. "Thank you, Your Majesty," Grace said. Then King Groendez extended one hand to the side, where a head servant placed a gold and jewel-encrusted box on his hand.

As he helps her into it, Ella jumps up and takes the spot beside her sister, looking through the things Margie's left. As we get outside, Margie apologizes. "You’re fine young men and I’m sorry if I’ve upset y—." I raise a hand to silence her. “You’re certain that phrase works? To reset him and nothing else. It works?" Margie peers at me hard for a long minute. "'Only by the work of Grace can we be worthy of our Lord'. Memorize it. It works every single time. So you do believe me?"