The King's Queen Novels & Stories

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

Her studies accelerated as the royal wedding loomed near, but Viktor's reassuring presence during rides through the countryside or quiet meals on the veranda sustained her. One late afternoon, Amy wandered into the palace library seeking new reading material. Rounding a corner, she stumbled onto Viktor seated stiffly across from an elegant silver-haired woman and imposing bearded man - his parents, the King and Queen Dowager. "This Anglo girl seems pleasant enough," the Queen was saying in a bored tone, "but surely we can find a more suitable bride of proper noble lineage now that the engagement mania has died down." "Mother, you gave your word to respect my choice of wife," Viktor bit out t

It's just the first day here, and I've already made myself one enemy with the negative Vibes around her. I walked silently till I got to the dining room. Rex's gaze was fixed on me immediately as I looked away. My anger is boiling to a point, and I might push it all off with just the slightest provocation from any of them. "Hope you did get along well with the queen ?"Rex's father asked ,oh now I get that she is the queen, and that means she happens to be the king's wife. The king, Must, have a bad taste in choosing partners. I smirk at the thought of it and then turn my gaze back to that of King.

She was happy riding a horse for the time being. "Welcome to the Kesef Kingdom." The King and Queen were there to welcome them once they had arrived. The Queen's name was Liora and, although she was reaching her fifties, she still looked incredibly beautiful in her sage-coloured dress. She had long silver hair falling down to her waist, her grey eyes and pale skin barely marked by the time. It was one of the characteristics of Kesef people: their beauty was ever-lasting.

I replied looking as guilty as possible, until I looked at the King directly before we both started to laugh at our little running joke between us. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Queen rolling her eyes at us both whilst we laughed some more at her reaction, “are you two ever going to over this joke?” She says in an annoyed but slightly amused tone, both me and the King shook our heads in unison replied “nope”. She then walked up to me so gracefully like she was floating on the ground and not just walking pulling me into a hug before letting me go to sit down on the sofa next to her and the King. ‘She is stunning’ I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of where both are sitti

It was clear from his warm expression that he was happy to see him. Who wouldn't? After he fought with Ravok, everyone wanted an audience with him or wanted him as a sentinel in their pack. “I am glad to welcome you both,” the king said warmly. “Godfrey, it’s been too long.” I nodded and asked, “Where is the queen?” The king’s smile faded just a little. “She has traveled with our son to meet his mate’s family. They will be back soon.” I simply nodded, saying nothing more, and he led us into the palace.

“Huh?” “I’ll tell you if you choose me as yours.” I murmured. I knew deep down that sooner or later the survivors of the game will be displayed. They will be presented to the aristocrats. I had little time so worrying over what I lost won’t get me far. “I can have you beheaded for trespassing my son’s grave.” he stated. “But here you are, asking that I choose you. I never told you I didn’t have a Queen, girl.” My eyes widened in shock that instant. The King had a Queen. Why didn’t I think of this? Of course he did. This was his son’s grave, there was definitely a wife somewhere— his Queen.

' thought the queen with a pensive expression . " Everything alright my dear ?! " said the king as he held her hand . " Nothing my king ! I was just thinking for a bit , that's all ! " said the queen with a smile and leaned her head on his shoulder . " About what ?! " asked the king . " .....About how beautiful our daughter will look in her wedding dress next to prince Diego . " said the queen with a smirk . " Yeah ! She will shine the way you do my dear ! " said the king with a pleased smile .

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

I insisted. “Alright.” He settled back in his chair, smiling as the bartender refilled his cup, a smile which she did not return. He waited until she walked away again, then took a sip of the foam off the top of his cup and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Years ago, the King had a beloved consort. She was known all throughout the city for her beauty and her kindness, and the King cared for her deeply. But allegedly, the Queen grew jealous and schemed against her.” I waited for him to go on.