The King's Queen Novels & Stories

They open the coffin they thought was the King and ran a stake through the heart of the Queen. The King woke to his wife's final screams and killed all but one soldier who managed to get away. That night the King compelled a young maiden, the daughter of a Lord, Lord Jeffrey Kingsley. He took the woman back to his castle and forced himself on her as revenge to the humans. Once he was done with her he thought of killing her, but did the opposite. He forced her to leave England and sent her off to the New world.

She had planted a guard with the king to hear information about the king hence she could be informed and start preparing ahead. Why does he hate Draven so much? Everything about him has to be so complicated. Those two are like born enemies, will they ever be friends? She continued her book, not wanting anything to disturb her mood for the moment. A few minutes later, she heard the voice of her guard outside the large doors of her room. “The King is here, my Queen.” He announced, his voice loud and thick. The Queen growled lowly before rolling her eyes. “Let him in,” she replied before standing up. Then the large doors opened and the presence of the king filled the room before the doors were

"You -- I didn't -- " "I hope you know now how well I treated you.", the King interrupted her and stood up. "Just one more thing: should I find out you are working with Loki, I won't care about our agreement. I will kill you with my own two hands." His silver coat floating behind him, the King marched out of the flower garden. The Queen took a few seconds to digest his words, before fury overwhelmed the surprise. She grabbed the flowerpot on the table and threw it after his retreating figure. "As if I would work with them! Killers! Butchers! Come back so I can -- "

“Let me introduce myself to you gentlemen since you seem a bit too aloof. My name is Elinna Scarlett Evergreen, wife of the King Carlisle Evergreen, the Fourth, King of the Lycan Kingdom. Making me the Queen. My husband has come down with something very nasty and he has asked me to see to his affairs. Now that we have that out of the way, let's get into business or do you want to introduce yourselves too and turn this into a meet and greet?” There was a snicker. It was from Gomez. He had been standing in the pack and watching like it was a show. And we hadn't even gotten started. Lucas was the one who spoke up. “A woman has never sat in that chair and the King would never ask you to do a thi

"It's a good thing for me anyway. I can just use this opportunity to get some much needed sleep. I've been so stressed, I need the rest and---" Baski came to her front and hugged her close. "It's okay to feel bad, Danika. No one ever gets used to the bitter fact that a man who was supposed to be hers, is in the company of another woman." Danika swiped the tears away. "The king is not mine." "You're right, he isn't. You are not the only woman the king has. Several mistresses and slaves belong to the king, but a King belongs to his Queen."

And when his eyes landed on his chest, King Frederick's body tensed as he recognized it—the brooch, the same one Selene wore on her chest… He let go of Selene's hands and withdrew from her as if having her close was burning him. She was left confused and observed on the dance floor, while she watched the king move away as quickly as possible and go over to the queen mother, who frowned upon hearing what her son was saying.

The King reasoned with her, and pulled her closer to his chest, “It is expected. You have not rested since yesterday.” “You are right. I can take my rest now.” “Yes, you can. Especially now that your precious daughter is married.” “Point of correction. Our precious daughter.” “Of course. I will compensate you for that,” the King promised. The Queen pulled away from him, and looked into his eyes, before she asked, “Compensate me? With what?” The King smiled softly, and pulled her nose. Then, he kissed her ears and whispered, “You have been horny since yesterday. I reserved it for today, when you have settled down.”

No one dared defy him, except the king. He was the king of course. He never smiled outside the cottage. He always had a scary and intimidating scowl on demanding authority. But at home he was casual, especially around his son. The king and queen of the dragons names were King Saga and Queen Rebecca, I heard the King had remarried a few years ago after the first queens death. I didn't really ask what happened to the first queen because I knew it would look suspicious. How could I not know of a deed like that if she had died a few years ago? Then I would really look suspicious.

Queen Rose was known for her calm demeanor and political acumen. She gave birth to twins, Princess Devura Locetag and Prince Char Locetag, both of whom were cherished for their intelligence and grace. No. 3: The Sitaga Kingdom, ruled by the seasoned King Pose Napo, a man in his sixties with two wives. First wife: Queen Alise Pragai, daughter of the esteemed General Pragai, was a figure of authority and respect. She bore King Pose three sons: Prince Paray Pose, Prince Prang Pose, and Prince Pangaman Pose.

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho