Novel & Cerita The Hanged King

"Stefan died in exile years ago. This must be an imposter summoned by my enemies." His advisers exchanged uneasy glances. "Sire, he bears uncanny resemblance to the late prince. Enough that many may readily flock to him. We underestimated this threat." Alexei slammed a fist on the heavy table. He had been so focused on external foes that a pretender had arisen right under his nose. They had to turn the tide fast before word spread. "Put out the call that I live and fight on!" Alexei commanded. "I will not relinquish the throne without bloodshed if need be."

“The boy told me something very important.” Ruen gave the majordomo a curious brow. “What is it?” Lord Jared was hesitant at first but decided to tell him anyway. “He overheard the hooded man saying he was going to resurrect the late King using her blood.” Immediately, the King’s expression turned sour. “Dammit!” he blurted out in rage. “Just as I thought!” He remembered the hooded man visiting Garlow while he was sick. He knew then that there was something rather odd about the man. The late King never showed any worries about his sickness and his impending death as it seemed he had actually been planning his much-anticipated resurrection.

the woman finally shouted, earning a cold and piercing stare from the king. "Anabel, your husband…my son! He has attempted to take my life and I will not allow it!" he responded firmly. "Hector has been sentenced to public beheading for treason, his title of "prince" has been revoked, and you…" he turned to the woman and her grandson, "after the beheading, you will no longer live or belong in the palace. But Henry will stay here, as I will not allow my grandson to have a corrupted heart like his parents, because don't think I don't know that you encouraged my son to betray me." "Then kill me too!" the woman challenged, but the king refused.

Everyone was stupefied. ‘ Look at your king’, he pointed towards the dead body. ‘ He is lying there on the cot all lifeless and cold. He had sacrificed so much for your welfare, his wife even gave up her life for curing you, and this is what he gets in reward? Death by his own son who craved nothing but power and lust. Tell us what we should do now? " He looked at Selene. A silent understanding passed between them.

“Riley....” I didn’t let him choose a softer word. The dress bit; I let it feed on me so I wouldn’t feed on him. “Why hasn’t she been hung?” Tears came sharp and hot, unwanted and right. “You hung fishermen for less than buying nights. We put her ledger in the square. We bled for it. We named her. Why is she not on a rope?” “Because I cannot hang a queen on the word of criminals,” he exploded, the king’s voice cracking over the father’s. “Because the Conclave will not countenance it. Because I have a realm to keep from tearing itself into a feast for our enemies. Because.”

I asked my beta, who just walked in. "Torn from limb to limb," he answered. I nodded in satisfaction. I knew my beta didn’t give him a good death. He must have suffered before his last breath finally drained from him. But somehow, I was looking for a way to pry someone to unleash my anger on. I needed to show someone why they called me the mad king. "Good!" I said, even though the weight of the situation didn’t lessen, even with the rogue’s demise. Alaric leaned against the wall opposite me, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

The king looked at the corpse on the floor, this time they losed more than a thousand soldiers and maids. The king was in a foul mood but he still paid respect to the decreased. The officials took a deep breath, they almost collapsed, His Majesty is really scary when annoyed. Since the order has been made it has to be carried out. The Anderson family head was hanged and his head was placed by the palace gate for others to see what happens to them when they betray the nation. The rest of his family were sent away,far from Savvanah for the crime their Grandfather committed.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

They mistook him as just a man when in reality, he was a one-man army. When Henry was splitting the horde of enemies before cornering and slaughtering them, from his peripheral vision, he saw a cunning minister approaching the King from the rump. Leaving whoever he was about to kill, jumped over the bodies in a lightning speed chanting a mantra- ‘If the King falls, the Kingdom falls’.

“Stay, Prince Alaric.” “Chief Minister Eliphas,” he exclaimed. The older man turned out to be the highest-sitting minister of the kingdom — Reginald Eliphas. The Chief Minister then approached the lifeless body of the late king and looked closely at it. There was a stain of blood on the corpse’s mouth. He then glanced at Alaric. “Hail to the new King of Grellis,” he announced. The court ministers kneeled in front of him. “Long live, King Alaric Clementine,” they shouted in unison.