The King’s Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

He was looking more like a king now than when we first met at the forest. "Father?" "In my last meeting with the high elders of the inner royal court, they demanded prince Zane got engaged at an early age because he was blind. I was given only few days to look for a bride for my son." King Kaida stated, there was pure silence in the room as his voice spoke with the kind of power only a king could possess. "According to our tradition, the prince is responsible for choosing his own bride, but because of prince Zane condition, I have been made to choose a bride for him."

"Yes. I'm ready." Calliope responded, placing her hand in his. Electricity seemed to spark between them as before, eliciting a silent gasp from the young Princess who looked up instantly to meet his own knowing gaze. He seemed outwardly unperturbed by the connection that had zapped through them but inwardly, he understood and confirmed what he already knew. She was most definitely his mate. There were no more, non-existent doubts. After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open.

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

The courtiers, dignitaries, and noble guests stood in awe, witnessing a declaration that would forever change the course of their lives and the destiny of the kingdom. It was clear as day that they were all taken aback by the King’s declaration. Due to his ruthless and overbearing nature, they had expected him to be distant and cold towards the chosen queen, whoever she may be. No one could have seen this coming considering the marriage had been forced upon him for political reasons. One person started clapping and soon enough, the room erupted into thunderous applause, and cheers, the sound reverberating against the ornate walls. Shawn and Catherine stood side by side in front of the crowd,

Everybody in the room straightened their already stiff postures and even the priest smoothed an invisible wrinkle from his robe. The thought of the priest's robe reminded Edward of his own dressing and he held back a chuckle at how excited Mr. Brown, who doubled as his valet, had been at the prospect of getting the Duke dressed up. Left to Edward, he would have been comfortable and content with a waistcoat and trouser. After all, his bride wouldn't even get a good view of him. Mr. Brown had quietly refuted and had set out a complete gentleman's outfit, a type fit for a visit to the king and although Edward valued his comfort above all else, he had learned to choose his battles wisely.

She was pleased with how smoothly I handled everything, despite the haste of it all. "I'll begin. I am Marilyn Rusè, the chosen bride of the king," I announced, forsaking my husband's name. They all bowed to their future queen. "Why act like a queen when she isn't one yet?" a woman, dressed in velvet red attire, muttered under her breath. Her words reached my ears. A single glance revealed her as one of the king's consorts. The princesses, dressed more elegantly, had no need to impress anyone with their bodies, unlike the consorts. I chose to ignore her comments.

Because she wanted fate. Or at least she wanted the title of it. “And,” the King adds, “the Crown will not keep the realm’s young women in the capital as entertainment while rogues stalk our borders.” A sharp glance flicks toward Nate. Nate’s jaw tightens. He says nothing. The King’s gaze shifts to the crowd again. “A small number of women may be selected as potential chosen mates for diplomatic and pack strengthening reasons. Those announcements will be made soon. Privately.” Privately.

Golden lightning tore through the night sky, celebrating the news. Rumors destroyed, I thought to myself. The curse about the God King being infertile was total bullshit. Just then, Cassius pushed the door open. He heard the announcement and glared at me, his eyes full of ugly jealousy. "Cassius, come celebrate," I greeted him with a smile. "The temple is getting new members." Theron glared at him sternly. "From now on, you will address Selene as your Queen." Cassius's face went pitch black. But under his father's crushing aura, he had to force a nod.

Everything was almost normal. "You hear the news?" Aldric said, pulling out his chair. His voice was easy. The tone of someone passing along information that meant nothing in particular to him. "Ethan Caldwell finally found his mate apparently. Some girl from another pack. They're announcing the engagement tonight at the pack hall." The spoon in Elara's hand went still. "Good for him," Leo said, not looking up from his phone. "Alpha's pleased about it. Strong alliance apparently. The girl seemed….."

For the past hour, she had been forced to listen to the endless chatter of noble ladies who resembled predators far more than aristocrats. “Did Your Majesty know?” Marchioness Justin began. “His Majesty the King used to be the most sought-after bachelor in the entire kingdom. What a shame he's already married.” Anna had heard that sentence three times already. “It's absolutely right,” Nicole Johnson said enthusiastically. “His Majesty may be cold outside, but he's a very warm person. Besides, isn't winning over a cold man more exciting?” “Ahhh, exactly!” “So true!” Countess Johnson's words were immediately met with enthusiastic agreement from several young ladies. Honestly. Anna doesn't reme