Novel & Cerita The King And I

Ethan left the room, but this time he didn’t rush. Later he brought a tray filled with five plates of meals and a glass of orange juice. “Now, eat it. You’ll need a lot of energy.” “Do you cook it yourself?” “Of course not. I have a cook and a maid who helps me here.” I nodded. “You can pay a cook and a maid. Then you must be a rich man.” Ethan shrugged. “Well, I’m a leader. My people call me Alpha King. So, it’s normal, I guess.”

" Father, there is something I need to tell you." " What is it, my daughter? Tell me and I will have it done as fast as possible." The king assured her. " Father, are you sure you are Fifty and one? Because the king I'm looking at right now is not more than thirty-five years. Are you sure that is your real age? Diana teased further. The king laughed and held her daughter warmly. The truth was that the king's spirit really conformed to that of his last daughter born to him by his first wife, Queen Sarah. Whenever she was dejected and felt sad. That often informed Princess Diana to go and meet the King in his chamber. She is sure to change the mood of the king before she left the place.

I'll need to open my eyes up to tell which room I'm laying in, but I can't risk getting my eyes open; they will burn from the lights illuminating the room. "November." The King calls me. I feel him sitting beside me on the bed. "It hurts. Everything hurts." "I know." He audibly swallows. "Tell me where it hurts." "Fuck it. It's everywhere." I'm in pain. The last thing I care about is if I curse in front of the King or not. After my words, silence falls over us. I feel the bed dip beside me as the King stands up. My heart cries out, yearning for his presence, thinking Sin is leaving me. But when I hear footsteps coming towards me, it leaps with joy.

I cram one of my hands in my lap before anyone can notice. The royal family of Sundrop Gem enters the room. Just like last time, King Isai and Queen Suniva are arm-in-arm. Are they really that close, or are they trying to seem like they’re closer than they are? The two of them bow in unison, and the shoulder of Queen Suniva’s wrapped, colorful dress slips. King Isai fixes it without a word. Actually close, then.

“You want to go home?“ King asked casually. His hair was neatly styled. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans and white sneakers, and a white hat to match his shoes. “Yes.” “Good. It's too late too.” King grabbed one of the keys near the nightstand. “Mi, I'm going out first.” “Where are you going?” “A date,“ King replied hastily. “Not at a hotel, King.” Priska looked at her son with a disapproving look. “Mom, if you have any thoughts, can you not be so mean?” King looked at his mother with a look of horror. “If you want to go out, take Gadis first.”

"I was just about to come looking for the four of you." Emma sighed in relief. "My apologies, Mother. It took a bit longer than expected," Theo calmly apologised," Where is Father?" Emma simply released a sigh before shaking her head with a smile,"A king will always be a king, Sweetheart. He's mingling with other royals and acquaintances. You know he can never sit without doing anything." Theo hummed and nodded in agreement before leaning down to press a kiss onto my cheek. "I better go amuse our guests." He sighed, clearly not pleased with the idea even as he gracefully dragged his body towards a group across the room."

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

The air thrummed with whispered politics and the cloying scent of night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that did nothing to mask the sharper scent of fear and ambition. At the far end, on a dais under a canopy of sapphire silk, sat the King. He looked older than Elira remembered, his kindness etched with new lines of weariness, but his eyes lit when they landed on Kael. Beside him, the Queen was a statue of frost, her smile carved from ice. And to her right, standing as if the hall were already hers, was Ilyana.

she walked out and came back inside with Dad, an advanced man, a young boy who had a little resemblance to my Diana, and another middle-aged man. “You must be Leonard.” the advanced man said, and I nodded. “I’m Charles King of the United Kingdom, that’s my son Prince Derrick, and my personal assistant Ben.” Charles introduces. “Nice to meet you. Can you tell me the reason for your visit?” I asked, going straight to the point.