The King's Queen Novels & Stories

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.

The only silent and non-resilient one is none other than me, Queen November. I bet most are wondering what drama is going on between the King and the Queen. And I'm guessing none had seen the King act like this before. They probably wonder what's happening to the King? Why is the Queen all frozen, almost like she feels guilty? If I could answer their questions, I would say, “It seems I cannot find happiness. Because I keep screwing things up, and I feel like I would continue to screw up things in this relationship now that we are official.”

This is going to be hard. " Where's the queen?" The King asked one of the maids that passed by him as he walked down the hallways. The maid stopped, replying him that she was in the library. He nodded, dismissing her. The maid bowed and left. He missed her already, he wanted to see her. This is stupid, you were with her all night, his subconscious reminded him. That didn't matter, he said to himself as he headed to the library. He headed straight to the library afterwards There, he met Maya buried in a pile of books, a frown on her face as she peered at a book before her, her brows scrunched in concentration. A smile split his lips as the sight.

The king cried as he watched his precious crown being taken away from him. Prince Lauren and King Elphaim were surrounded by royal knights. King Elphaim realized Queen Aurina's absence. "Where is the queen?" He thought that the queen was kidnapped, thus, his frantic shouts ensued. "Find her! Or I will stake your heads for all to see how useless you are!" The kings threatened the royal knights. Everything was not what he thought would become. Never in his thought that he would be trapped like this.

Came her father's words. "Pwincess loves Dada too," she replied before handing the phone to her mother. Sarah took it and disabled the loudspeaker. "Did she drink it all?" Christian asked. "She did. I am hanging up now." Sarah said. "En." She hung up the phone after that. After a while, she got a message from Christian. It read, "I love my Queen the most." "Childish," she commented, but the smile on her face revealed her true emotions.

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

My brother had not acted merely in a thoughtless and momentary abdication but had made a legal decree, which the council had acknowledged. “The kingdom is now deprived of a monarch,” the voice said, stern and implacable. “There is no kingdom that can be left without a king. The stability demands the existence of a sovereign. So, your Royal Highness, you must come back and take the crown at once.” My heart hammered. "I... I cannot," I stammered, and my voice trembled. Rowan made laws that I did not have to live inside the palace. I was never meant to rule. I... I cannot simply give up my life. I have exams. I must have duties here. I... I do not even know how to be queen! I... I have worked s

His absence weighed heavily on her, the once warm and tender king now seemed like a distant memory. Yet, Isabel's persistence never waned despite the lack of response. She hovered near the places he frequented, hoping for a fleeting moment of recognition. But each time, her efforts were met with cold indifference. The king's attention was wholly consumed by Victoria, who basked in the glow of her pregnancy and the adoration of the court.

the other snapped. The leader grabbed the other’s coat, clearly pissed. “She’s already in Drogomor Palace! She can’t escape now. It’s almost nine. We have to hurry back before the gate locks on us. Alive or dead, she’s not going anywhere.” They turned and left, and I could hear their footsteps receding. I felt instant relief, but it didn’t last. Whoever this King Derek was, he wanted me dead and my pack destroyed. Why? What had I done to him?

And she placed hers in his, "Eva." "A beautiful name, and why am I not surprised?" he raised her knuckles and kissed it, albeit still peering at her face. Salvatore felt himself cringe, which became irritation quickly when he saw her glancing at him with a raised brow and upturned lips, and he darted his eyes to the wall immediately. She laughed, "That's very nice of you, but I kinda know that already," Victor mumbled, "I'll be shocked if you don't," he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen."