The King And Me Novels & Stories

The worker give the invitation to Byron his hands trembled, king Damien was not a merciful person, so he feared for his master. Byron nodded and opened the card. "Mister Byron I'd like to have tea with you and your daughter today..." Byron read the card over and over again, the king wanted to have tea with him and Madeline, it was simply unbelievable. "The king wants us to come over for tea." Tea!! Why would the king want to have tea with peasants like them. There weren't exactly on the social ladder, how did the king even discover them . "That's absurd.." Madeline exclaimed, it was like lions having tea with rats.

while he was still talking, another farmer rushed into the palace, with blood all over his body, "what happened again?" the King already unseated himself from the throne with his forehead furrowed, "My chest! my chest!" "What happened again?" The King asked in disdain the second time, "hey! My king, the men of Agbadu fell upon me while I was harvesting some yams from my farm, they almost killed me but I escaped, the injuries you see on my side were sustained at the result of the attack." The King nods his head in great

Maverick was rough, handsy and took what he wanted. King was sweet. Something I knew I needed, and yet, there I was debating touching myself well into the midnight hours, thinking about the douchebag that bullied me for four years. “That sucks,” she said. “Josie!” India and I glanced over at King passing by the restaurant. “Hey King.” He pulled a chair over from another table, turned it around backward and sat down. “India, this is King. King, India.” They shook hands. “I work with India in the writing center.”

King Ryker wasn't within sight, but she saw the adjoining door of his room open so she knows that he must be at his library. Even as a slave, the king loves to read a lot and to write too. Scarlett had tried learning last year, but she hasn't been able to. Slaves has no business reading and writing, but now that she's a mistress....the only mistress who owns a king, she should be able to do so. Unfortunately, it's not so easy to do. She entered the adjoining room and there the king sat in a chair, reading a book. The book is about plantations of the land, taking steps to keep a land flourished.

The man pointed out. "What's your name?" King asked back. He had the ability to know the truth after all. "I'm Jerry." He stated simply, stretching his hand for a handshake. King shook hands with the young man with a huge smile on his face. He was very sad but he managed to clear the gloomy look off his face. "That's it boy, always be happy." The man stated gulping his drink before king had a sip of his. His face squeezed tightly as he spilled out the little content he sipped.

I hid the book inside my satchel, and I proceeded to come nearer to the throne of the king. "Greetings, my king. I have come to present myself to the captain of thousands, Theodore Elliot." His brows raise and he signaled the man who stood before a huge window glass while watching the cruelty outside the town and villages. "What is your news this time, slave?" The king questioned and I barely smiles upon hearing the name he called me. He turned his face and called the captain, "Your servant Sage Williams wish to meet you, Theodore." I heard the king speak yet I remained to bow myself before him. Upon peeking in his direction, the tall man walks close and he gazes at me with his piercing star

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h