The King Novelas e Histórias

I didn’t want to wake her, so I stepped back into the small sitting area and found the king standing alone near the kitchen counter, carefully stirring a cup of instant coffee with a slow and absentminded rhythm. The king, this man who ruled an entire kingdom, looked strangely out of place here, not because of his title, but because of the quiet sorrow etched into his face. He hadn’t left Violet’s side for days, barely sleeping, barely speaking. And in that moment, he seemed less like a monarch and more like a man who was lonely, weathered, and full of quiet grief.

Upon entering, he saw Kane lounging on the sofa—still shirtless. "I’ll take a bath," King said before walking to his room. Kane, on the other hand, was struggling to calm himself—and other things. His face was beet red, and he blamed the alcohol for all of it. The movie playing on the screen was supposed to be funny, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh. He found himself funnier than the actors throwing jokes. 'Fine. I’ll swing that way and seduce you, motherfucker. Fall for me, and then I’ll steal your crown and throne, King.'

conscience. “We’ve met crazier and more vengeful humans. Doesn’t explain this… soft-hearted thinking,” Karl replied, saying it like my soft heart was a foreign, disgusting concept. “Can you both stop speaking like I’m not here?” I nearly rolled my eyes, but Landon staring heavily at me like I was an enigma made me nervous. “See to it that this never happens again, Landon,” the king said, his tone becoming stern and his sight never leaving mine. “If there’s ever a next time, I will make them beg for death’s release.”

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The one from the airport—Flinn—chuckled. “Sit. Properly.” He didn’t have to tell me again. I firmly planted my backside in the middle of the sofa. “Kairen, stop scaring her.” My jaw dropped. Did he just call the king by his name? Why is his head still intact? All the stories I’ve heard of the King, I’ve only ever pictured him as a blood-drinking, flesh-eating monster with three heads. What I didn’t expect was that he would be this ripped, this gorgeous—so gorgeous I wish I could keep him locked in a jar forever.

Now I understood. *** “What? Are you serious?” Kaiyahv’s brows were drawn together as her older brother continued to tell her a secret, about the King. “Yes. Why would I lie to you? I witnessed it with my own two eyes! And I heard it clearly from his very own mouth. The King is not our real King. The real King is imprisoned in his Creyer that he always carries around. But you have to keep this as a secret or our lives will be in danger!” “But… does Daenza know about this?”

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "

Once again, I glanced at my people and I knew the answer. “A king is a servant of its people.” Claps and praises echoed in the hall. They weren’t expecting that answer from me. The world referred King as ruler. In my opinion, the ruling meant controlling and showing dominance. I wasn’t that kind of king nor did I want to be. King is the one who serves, not rule. Growing up, I was told that true king nurtures, protects and defends its people. That was exactly what I wanted to be. A true king.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard