The King's Novelas e Histórias

They watched with bated breaths, eyes wide as the door opened and the King himself stepped out, his cold presence commanding instant silence. He was a figure of striking majesty, his long silver hair flowing down his back like a waterfall of moonlight. His violet eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the crowd with a gaze that seemed to see all. Dressed in magnificent black robes, he was the embodiment of royal power and authority. The crowd's excitement deflated when they waited but didn't see the human Prince. But then, the King held out his hand towards the carriage, and a small, pale, slender hand took it.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

By the only king who mattered. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

No doubt who’s more ‘dangerous’ among them. “Shut up.” He growled at Landon, eliciting laughter from his second, before walking to his seat. I took that as my cue to leave, but— “Cassia! Come here.” What again? I thought as I gingerly approached the riled-up king. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?” “Stand next to me… Your scent is soothing.” He added the last part after a few seconds of silence. I was stunned. So was Reckon, as he cleared his throat—painfully awkward—before discussing his business with the king. “… And as discussed earlier, I’ll send the security details floor plan for the event tomorrow morning.”

“And until they conclude, there is nothing to announce.” Another minister rose. “Is the king conscious?” Richard didn’t blink. “The king is stable.” Stable. That word again.

"Lord Valerius. Your presence is a comfort in these trying times. The King is… indisposed. He is overcome with grief and the stress of the recent calamities. He has retreated to his chambers to pray and seek the gods' guidance." "Pray?" Valerius scoffed, his voice a low, mocking sneer. "The King does not pray. He plots. He schemes. He surrounds himself with witches and traitors. We will not be turned away by a flimsy excuse. We will see him. Now."

"I won't." He spat on the carpet and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him. The silence he left behind was suffocating. Jace stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door, his whole body trembling with adrenaline. "You did it," I said. "You stood up to him." "It doesn't matter." "Jace—" "It doesn't matter." He turned to face me, and his expression was hard. Closed off. The King was back, armor fully in place. "He's not going to stop. He's going to keep coming, and as long as you're near me, you're in danger."

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.

Before the king could read the letter the door to his office knocked again . He took the letter and hurried to place it inside his jacket . ' Who is it so late ?! ' thought the king annoyed . " Enter ! " said the king . When the door opened , a young man in a formal black suit came inside , holding a tablet in his hand . " Greeting to you , your majesty ! " said the young man . " You are.... ?! " said the king confused because he didn't remember seeing him before but when he looked at him closely he remembered seeing him by prince Diego's side .

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.