The King's Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

he acknowledged his mother and bowed again, and I did the same, the Queen looking at us with a motherly smile while the King continued to read whatever was on his tablet. "Dominic! Your son is here with his fiancee! Stop that for a while," Queen Eleanor scolded the King and waved the tablet away, then looked back at us with an apologetic smile. She's the epitome of regal and elegance with a hint of warmth. She didn't hide the graying strands in her light brown hair, nor the smile lines growing deeper in her face. She is every bit beautiful. The King looked at us, his face unreadable. Caelum looks more like him, but he got his mother's warmth, and I thanked the heavens for that.

A black Rolls-Royce turned onto the estate road. Then another. Then a third. Dukia shifted closer to the trunk of the tree. She was already in much trouble of her own, she didn’t need to borrow anymore. The lead car stopped few feet from where she was crouched and a man in his sixties stepped out, wearing a black suit. He carried an umbrella and walked directly to where Dukia was huddled beside the tree. “Miss Goven,” he said. “My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.”

King Ozrevhan and Queen Iyamara of the Giant Kingdom. They were enormous the way all giants were enormous, both of them well past nine feet, and the King looked so much like Korgath but a bit older version of him. The Queen beside him was tall even for a giant woman, dark and sharp-eyed, her hair wrapped and pinned with something that caught the torchlight. They came through the doors as fast as they can. They looked at the throne room. They saw the guards pressed against the wall and standing behind their Prince. They saw their son standing in the middle with his arms still crossed and his magic still glowing at his hands.

“Those are the first queen and kings of this kingdom. They built this palace after the first palace was destroyed in an act of treason by some greedy people. “The queen participated in building the palace?” I asked. “Yes. History has it that she was the backbone of the kings. The kings were twins and she was mated to them both. Very unusual but it happened,” the king answered without hesitation. “If I may ask my king, 'What was her name?'" I asked. “Queen Raven and that is King Roy, and that is King Roman,” the king said, pointing at the picture. “They are so beautiful together,” I said and I meant it.

I noted him the way you note a drawn blade in a crowded room, and looked past him. But I forgot him soon enough. At the end of the hall stood twin thrones of gold so fine it looked like dragonfire still clung to the edges, and before them, the king and queen. King Cassius was exactly what I’d pictured the ruler of dragons to be — tall, unyielding, grey eyes that didn’t look at you so much as weigh you. Beside him, Queen Veronica wore her beauty like armor: strawberry-blonde hair pinned in an elegant twist, a gaze that quietly saw more than you wanted it to. Somewhere beneath their roof was the woman the prophecy meant — and I still did not know her face. The seers had given me no name, only

It wasn't everyday you got to witness an actual ball in an actual palace. The table we were sitted around was for the 'high and mighty' people in the three realms. The highest and mightiest of the high and mighty in fact. This meant probably just the kings, queens, princes and princesses were allowed on this table. Of the three realms, only one of the kings had a wife and a cute little daughter. The other kings were Corey who was still unmarried and king Jacob who was also unmarried leaving a lot of vacant seats left. However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table.

It seemed she pushed me back so she could spend some time with his lycan. "The name is King. Don't worry, I pushed him back so we could spend some time together. You're very beautiful, my mate. What's your name?" "The name is Queen. Tell your human that if he lets another female kiss him, I won't be blamed for what Kayla will do next time. I stopped her from killing that b***h, so consider her lucky to be alive right now. She's not sure about him. She feels that her grandfather is the king. He needs to give her some time." He nodded, holding her hand in his. He sat beside her on the log. As they talked to each other for a few hours, it seemed Queen and King had been around for many years. Th

“Many women in this palace are mistaken. They believe the king's attention is affection.” I forced myself not to turn around. “Young women are easily led astray,” she continued. “When often, the touch of a powerful man is merely a reminder of position.” My mind roared with noise. I wanted to deny it. To scream that there was something real between us. However, my tongue wouldn’t move. The Queen stopped behind me. “The king belongs to the kingdom,” she said flatly. “Any woman who grows too close to him will always end up alone.”

he then asks" Are you joking your Highness? why should I the King live with the Queen in the same chamber?" Queen mother Meghan then replies in a straight voice " What's wrong for a newly wedded husband and a wife to live in a one-chamber? It's not like I am asking to live with a mistress?". With anger, Alexander face becomes red like hot chilli. he then said " It's not about wife or mistress its about my choice . Idon't want to be with anyone that't it.

"Tell me, 'Voice of the King.' Do you remember the rose garden? Do you remember the girl who cried because she broke a string on her lute?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Abigail." The name hit the room like a cannon blast. I stopped breathing. The silk screen felt like a thin sheet of ice. "The Queen died in the fire," Kael said. His voice was low. Uncertain. "We all saw the body. It was charred. Unrecognizable." "We saw a body," Vance said. He stepped forward again. He didn't wait for permission. He reached out and ripped the silk screen down.