The King’s Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

The scribes were present only, who sat very close to the stairs leading to the throne - the King, and her stepmother, the current queen. When she reached a reasonable position, she knelt on both knees and bowed her head as was their custom for a female. A female could not look at the head on the throne - the King. "Elena," the King's voice boomed in the hall. That was the first time he had ever addressed her directly. "You have been given a duty, which you must carry out for the best of this Kingdom. You are to be given to the blood king as a Bride, and you must carry yourself properly when representing our Kingdom." If they were expecting any response from her, they showed no sign of it.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® It came, the day King Dacien dreaded the most. He knew King Nicklaus would wanted what he loves most. His daughter. The Royal table was set, King Nicklaus already seated in his seat waited for his request. The Princess. He was the most cruelest King in the whole clan. He was feared by all. Her Royal Highness. A guard said and bowed. King Nicklaus smirked knowing fully well he won, they couldn't say no to his request.

she said in a honeyed voice and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. “It's his choice, Ariella. Not yours.” “So that land with all those fruit trees and the lake is all going to his bride? Do you know how rich that land is?” “It's all going to his bride. And yes, I know how rich that land is. There might be gold there even.” Ariella gasped silently as she stared at the King who wasn't looking at her. “Then I'll just marry the Prince. I'll be his bride.” The King laughed.

“Didn’t I tell you, Keanna?” She flinched at his tone and went stiff. “Yes, your royal highness.” “You are my only love, my only wife.” “I am not worthy of such title, My King.” “Why do you think that? My love?” Keanna felt her heart pinch at the endearment and the sad tone in his voice. “I am not of noble birth. My family is from a small nomadic tribe. When my father refused to give my mother to the late King, he threatened them and my father, he…he offered me.”

She knew that she was the chosen one, how wonderful she must be feeling at that moment. She then looked to the front where the Queen and the prince were seated. Her gaze went towards the prince and he looked a bit sad for someone she was seeing for the first time up-close. Was he not happy with the ceremony? What was eating him up really? “It’s time for the prince to choose his bride. May all the ladies remain seated, the prince will take rounds and he will choose his bride by giving her his ring.”

Seven of them would be chosen by the Dragon King as Potential Brides; they would leave with him to the castle, and then after some days or weeks, six would return. The six that returned usually would have no memories of their days in the castle, while the one who had been chosen as the bride would stay behind, never to be heard of or seen again. Many said the chosen brides were killed, some said he fed them to his dragon. Many people came up with different theories of what he was doing with them. None, good. The truth was that nobody knew what truly happened to those brides or why the Choosing Ritual existed, to begin with, but no one dared to question the Dragon King.

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”

The gravity of the situation washed over me as his words echoed through the chamber. "She is already on her way," the king declared, his voice tinged with triumph. "Your future bride, Princess Olivia, is en route to our kingdom, where she shall be introduced to you." My heart plummeted and the shock washed over me, freezing my limbs in place. My jaw clenched as my fists curled in anger. "I will not go through with this marriage," I declared, my voice laced with determination. “I will not be subject to your political plots any longer. I have a mate whom I love dearly and it is unjust to force me into a loveless marriage."

It's not like you have met me before or something. "I was pressured." He answered her. "Then why me? Why not marry someone else? Perhaps someone you know, and are comfortable with?" She asked again, genuinely curious, as she sort out her dress. She was holding a black gown. It reached her knees, and it looked tight. Ezra's eyes examined the gown for a moment, before he focused on the question she asked. "I just decided to get married. I let it known to different packs, and some Alphas and Betas offered to give me their daughters. Your father was included. I just picked at random, and it happened to be you." He then turned to her, his gaze curious.

the king announced, standing from his chair "we know you didn't expect us all tonight but that's the fun of it all..." The queen stood, straightening her skirt. She wore an ice blue ball gown, with intricate lace sleeves. A silver crown sat atop of her perfectly curled hair. She smiled before placing her hand on Theodore's shoulder "over the next few weeks, our boys will each choose a wife... we have planned things so you can all spend some 1:1 time with each of them. They will ultimately choose who they want to marry, but we hope we can help guide them" "yes, my love." the king added "we know alot of you have never found your mates, or have rejected or been rejected. Mates are a wonderful t