روايات وقصص ضمن The King Of Love

It's not that he loved Victoria ,it's because he think's that women are trouble maker number 1 in the world and he didn't want to take more trouble maker women in his life. Although his father King Harry Knight loved his Queen mother Freya Knight he had married numerous wives for politics and power but his father loved his Queen mother very much. His Queen mother was only the woman in his life. Because of this many of his father's consort were jealous and angry. They tried many times to harm his Queen mother. Some even tried to kill. So, this was also the main reason he didn't want to marry many wife's. He wants to live a peaceful life .

The king smiles and takes my lips in his. “I love you, Isabelle”. The king says. This is the second time the king has shocked me. Is he serious? How can he love me? I am a mere slave. How can the king love a slave like me? I don’t want to think about this right now. I don’t want to stress my mind more by thinking about this. The king continues to kiss me and I close my eyes. ……………………….

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

The love between us is never enough to go against what we are right now. He reaches out to touch my cheeks, but I evade his touch. “Are you going to get mad at me again, Kaiya?” “Mad?” I ask. “Do I even have the right to get mad at my King?” “Oh, Kaiya. I am not your King.” He moves closer to me and cups my face into his hands, something that I can’t evade. “Don’t forget that I am your lover even if I am not happy with this pregnancy.” I flinch. He’s not happy? I stare into his eyes. This need in him. Is this not love? Is this just his lust for me? Am I just someone that is the object of his desire? Am I nothing more to him than that?

" I never mentioned your name but you said it yourself " I turned to look at him with both of my hands in my pockets ,I wasn't really listening to him at that point ,I was thinking of the best punishment to give to him . " Well My king in summary love does exist ,you just have to open your heart to it and accept it wholeheartedly and watch how things go " ' Are you done " " Yes your majesty " " Good let me ask you a question ,when you want something so badly and someone is standing in your way what would you do "

“God, it's so frustrating!” “Romy… Is that why you slept with this man?” King Hernando growled and pointed accusingly at Kingston. “That man, Father…” she said and took a deep breath before continuing, “…that wonderful, brave, good man saved my life, and I am head over heels in love with him,” Romaine admitted. “I’m deeply, madly in love with my King, and whether you like it or not, I’m going to be with him for as long as he’ll have me… until my dying day if he wishes so.”

“Don't … You don't have someone you like? How about … His Majesty the King? I think … You are at least aware that His Majesty the King has feelings for you all along.” Of course, Ariana couldn't possibly miss the look of admiration that Raoul gave every time they had the chance to meet. However, for Ariana, who had been hurt by the people of the kingdom once, marrying a king was no longer possible. After all, now Ariana feels she doesn't deserve to be loved when she can no longer love anyone. “I can't … His Majesty the King … Deserves someone better than me. After all, his feelings only arise because I helped him since he was little. When he finds another woman who can truly love him, I'm su

“We both know you’ll never mark her, never love her unless you force yourself—” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” There was something about Violet that nothing and no one could ever change again, and that was my love for her. I didn’t force myself to love her. I didn’t force her to look at me like I was worth a damn. And I didn’t force how perfect her hand fit into mine. It was like she had always belonged there. With me. “You should know that I do love her.” The color drained from the king’s face. He looked shocked, betrayed, like I had just driven a dagger through his heart. His mouth hung half-open, as if he wanted to speak but had forgotten how to form the words.