The Last Kingdom Sigtryggr Novels & Stories

All three were freshly bathed and dressed in the finery that they had brought with them in which to meet the king, and paused in the door way, puzzled to find Thaelen in the place of honor. Sigrid rose from her seat and rounded the table, and Lord Jermyne recovered, moving forward to greet her, bowing low over her hand when she extended it to him. “I am Lady Sigrid Gulgane of the Concordia,” Sigrid told him. “Adopted sister of Thaelen Gulgane, King of Concordia. You are welcome here, Lord Jermyne. Please, let me show you to the table.” Thaelen rose as Lord Jermyne approached and smiled, offering his hand.

His hand remains on the hilt of his sword while the other holds on to the cold rail of the platform. "If I am not mistaken with the power and riches the Kingdom of Hymir holds they are planning to use us to escalate the power of their country when they are done to use us they will surely dispose of us, and I doubt that it will only be because of an insignificant illegitimate prince that they are doing this. They wanted to humiliate us in front of other kingdoms. Admitting that the Kingdom of Hymir may be at fault for the tenth prince's death is nothing but opening our economy and giving them a share of our gold then that's already a different topic. Disguising everything to a political marri

It is the richest, most prosperous, most powerful, most influential and strongest kingdom in the entire Middea Realm that consists of only seven kingdoms. But then, a person would never get all the good things in the world their way easily without exerting any effort. Who would have thought that their last day in Grigoras would turn out so unexpectedly thrilling—for Luna—yet frightening for Shiki who previously experienced such a traumatic event where he almost lost his life?

“Your order killed the reigning monarchy, and you now call me the last of the line. How can you then expect me to trust those that murdered the line I am supposedly from?” “Because our order never killed the Royal Family!” Sigwulf raged. “Damn you. listen. I have been charged by my Lord Draynon to take you back to our stronghold in the Hawthorn province to prove your legitimacy and stampede you back to your throne, by force if necessary, and it most likely will be. No murderous intent unless Kalash Clergy members happen to be on the other end of my blade. We never turned on the Katrall family, but died for them and let ourselves be outlawed for them instead. For you.”

“Declaration by King M-Mave of E-Erena kingdom.” “That’s absurd!” I yelled getting to my feet. Senya placed a hand out for me to quiet down for a moment. “Chandler, let me see that scroll would you?” “Of course, Sire.” He passes the scroll to Senya, and he reads it for himself. Senya looks over at me and nods. “It’s an official declaration, this is not forged.” I go to his side and he points out our Kingdom’s crest on the scroll. “You see right there.”

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

The King of Nordmar said. The Paladins looked at Rhobart. “And who are you?” Droyn asked. He had never heard Rhobart being so serious before. “Rhobart Braveheart, last of my name!” the King of Nordmar said. His voice echoed between the forgotten tombs. “The shield and the sword of Ayla!” Eude looked around. “Are there mushrooms around here we haven’t seen?” “Why? You want to make more sweet-wine?” Rhobart asked.

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

He must've noticed the tension. "Do you know who they are?" He whispered, and I swallowed the lump in my throat but still couldn't find my voice, so I nodded. "That's Philip," I finally replied, and Liam cursed."How could they attack during a ritual? And be daring as for us to play fair," he murmured, and I turned to look at him. I noticed he was holding Lauwrens hand tightly as if scared to let go, but soon the wolves started launching at us and were fast to defend themselves and protect the witches.

Especially not my own child. Then there’s the countdown. The cruel ticking clock silencing everything else. Maybe this was the perfect ending. He’d impregnate me. And before the pups could form… I’d die. A win-win. Two ways to shatter a king’s heart. His dynasty… gone. His only offsprings… buried in ashes. And maybe, just maybe, the woman he couldn’t stop loving… gone forever. The ultimate regret. The Alpha King’s last one.