The King And I Novels & Stories

Automatically, Sugar Aquarius Minarto, Queen Miranda and Kelly Olivia turned to the source of that heavy, stern as well as baritone voice tune. “Morning, King Alexander…” greeted Sugar Aquarius Minarto slightly bowing down his head. “Morning, Daddy…” greeted Queen Miranda, showing her gentle loving smile in front of her king husband. “Morning, Uncle Alexander…” greeted Princess Kelly Olivia Halfiz, trying to show that she was a good suitable daughter-in-law in front of the king whom she thought as her so-called future father-in-law. Queen Miranda started to explain what she’d just figured out to her king husband.

Why aren't you using it? King : the deal is still there. I'll go and see him soon and tell him about it and he can't back down cause we signed a contract and he has to follow the rules. Gladys : well let it be quick. I want to get married to Adrian at the end of this month The king smirked King: I have another plan my princess Gladys: what plan? King: would you like to be the queen of Edinburgh? Gladys: of course father. I want to be the queen so badly. I wish Adrian could just be the king right now

She quickly ended the call after saying goodbye to her husband, who was also cooking dinner. Smiling, Kiarra ran to her. “Let’s eat, Miss Ira!” Ira held Kiarra’s hand and walked with her. Her father was still standing by the door, waiting for them. Kiarra looked up at her. “Miss Ira, you have a child? What’s their name?” “King. His name is King. Do you want to meet him?” “Yes! How old is he?” “He’s almost three years old,” Ira replied lovingly.

Vaidas explained. The King nodded, his eyes became glassy but he blinked back the sadness at once. “I just thought we could at least have time to get to know you…” “Can I hug you?” Iris cut his words and the King’s eyes turned glassy again. But this time, he didn’t stop the tears from pooling in them. He nodded and opened his arms. “I thought you’d never ask.” Iris bolted from where she stood and rushed into the arms of her grandfather. The King tightly wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her while the Queen wiped her tears. Despite my desire to hide my emotions, a small smile cracked on my face.

Joanna’s Point of View The moment the King and I made eye contact, a wave of unexpected tranquility settled over me. He had entered the conference room with an almost spectral silence, his presence barely registering until his gaze met mine. He had observed my position beside Clyde, a tableau of our strained relationship, and had overheard the tail end of our tense exchange. Though his features were etched with a sternness that could intimidate even the most seasoned Royal, I sensed an undercurrent of something else, something akin to understanding.

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

“We get the gist. Don’t ruin future garden walks for our girl, Cassia.” I wouldn’t look at that garden the same way ever again. “The point is, maybe the king doesn’t want a one-night thing with you,” Groth said between laughs. “And yet he has abandoned me.” I wanted to hurl the disgusting porridge and the plate at Karl’s head. “Girl, it’s only been this morning since you guys had your… fight. He’s the king; he’s busy by default,” Sienna said, grabbing my bowl—clearly anticipating my next move, and began gulping it down.

“My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.” Dukia couldn’t speak, she was just gawking. “He regrets everything that happened,” James continued, holding the umbrella above her head, “more than you can possibly imagine. He would like to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. He would like to give you what is yours.” He brought out a picture from his breast pocket, Dukia took it with trembling fingers. A little girl of about six years old, grinning on a swing. Her father’s hands pushing her from behind and her mother waving from a garden chair.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun. He rode Bucaphelis, Nobody did he shun. One day we met in the garden of Kaleen. Handsome he was and impavid His smile was dimpled and his eyes cerulean He resembled love god Cupid! In his arms, I was carried to his palace, He laid me upon his rose spread bed. We talked and laughed till the sun went down. ' you will be my queen', at last, he said. Alas! It was a dream

Raleigh Kainz, the selfish and cold-blooded king who sacrificed everything to be with his lover and Ives, the kind beautiful doctor who was most popularly known as His Highness's Lover. THE END