The King's Lover Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, I decided to ask him. "What's the deal with this room? Why is no one allowed in?" I prepared myself to be rejected again, but unlike Damien, he behaved like a gentleman. "Years ago, the king fell in love with a maid named Mery. As a king, he took advantage of their positions and forced her to become his secret lover. When the Queen discovered his mistress, she couldn't punish her husband, but she could punish the poor maid. The maid was pregnant at the time, so they waited until she gave birth and then killed her in front of everyone, including the king himself."

He licks the tears on my cheeks and whispers, “Who else knows you’re already taken?” “I don’t know, I told you, I lost my memory,” I answer. I wipe my tears and see the confusion on his face. But behind that, I see the desire for me. “Then, I am warning you, tell no one that I am not your first. Tomorrow, you must act like this is our first day together. Do you understand?” “Why?” “Because a King should only have a pure, human lover. And you’re the opposite of those two basic requirements.”

"I wrote a screenplay inspired by you." "Oh, what an honor!" Julian Pierce said with a smile, though his eyes revealed a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension. Liam Brooks stepped closer, holding a thick script. He handed it to Julian Pierce, his sharp eyes looking straight into his, as if gauging his reaction. "This is the work 'The King's Lover,' a story about a heroic king and his male concubine, Ethan Caelan," Liam Brooks said, his deep voice full of authority.

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she scanned the hallway. “What do you mean?” I proved. “They always end up dead. The king picks his lovers from his personal servants and everyone who warms his bed ends up dead” My brows furrowed and a sick feeling stirred my stomach. “All his lovers?” I asked and she nodded. “Well, only one has survived. Melanie. Everyone thinks she’s going to be the king's mate” “Melanie? I met her a few minutes ago. She mentioned she was the king's mate. Was she also a servant?”

"I'm not an asshole. Second, you can't deny me my position in this palace." The guard loved how brave she was. "I want to let you know one thing that you aren't aware of. The king is my lover, and he had already promised to make me his Luna." Ophelia smiled. "I'm sorry, but that was then, when he hadn't met his mate. But now that I'm here, you have to stop dreaming, because even if you're crowned, it's not gonna last since the moon goddess lives." She stated boldly to her and moved away.

I have to stroke his ego. "I'm the king, so I'm bigger than most. You're so tight. See how good we fit together? I'll take good care of you so you'll never desire another." I smile and wrap my legs around him. Poor stupid king, he has no idea. I've been with more lovers than he could dream about. Men and women, sometimes several of each at one time. What can I say? I like sex, and I don't care who makes me cum as long as they're good at it.

I fell silent. "Think of something and help me. Do your best, please. I will continue to give you vitamins when the king is present and I will pretend to be a wolfsbane but help me to keep him in place with his plan "says Dr. Archer but it doesn't end well to say that the door opens and the abomination of the century, that ass of king enters the room as if he were already the master of the whole world. “Good evening, my love!” says the king and he approaches me and tries to kiss me, but as usual I turn my head avoiding any contact with him. The king looks at me intently and suddenly raises his hand and slaps me on the face:

“Listen, after the rumors, the king’s eyes will be on us now, more than ever. And if we don’t want any more trouble, we’ll have to be smart about this. We can’t be seen together often anymore. That will just raise more suspicions.” “Is that why you lied about me having a lover to the King? Where am I supposed to find one?! He has asked that I bring him to the palace.” I answered in frustration. “You have a lover, Princess Ciana, you’re just not aware of it yet.” “No, I don’t!” “Yes, you do and his name is Riley.” He uttered with a grin. “What?”

My favorite. I grab the cold can, pop the tab, and take a long sip. The sweet taste grounds me a little. I wander further into the suite and push open the bedroom door. A massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in sleek black silk sheets that look cool and slippery under the dim lights.

Between us, stretched on cold sheets, rests the man who once ruled everything, now counting time by uneven pulses. Time drags slow. Fire crackles, a rasping hum lives in the King’s throat, while Lysander exhales quiet, lost in sleep. One final time, the King opens his eyes. Clear they are, sharp with understanding. Not toward Noah does he turn, instead fixes his gaze on me. “He loves you,” the King says, the words suddenly strong, lucid. “It is written… in every line of him. It is his strength… and his greatest vulnerability. Guard it.”