The Letter For The King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ang pagdaan ng lungkot at sakit sa mata nito nang talikuran niya ito kanina. ISANG araw ang lumipas wala siyang natanggap na mensahe mula kay King. Hindi rin ito nagawi sa mansyon, naintindihan iyon ni Nenita. Busy yata si King dahil tambak ang papeles na inatupag niya. "Akala ko nasa kabilang bahay ka," sambit ni Enrico at mukhang nagulat pa ito nang makita si Nenita.

Samantalang, tahimik namang nakatingin ang tatlong magkakapatid sa kanilang ama at sa kanilang Uncle. The three of them know that both of them didn’t have a good relationship. And they would even ignore each other. But this is the first time they witnessed this. As if they were about to start fighting. “Baka nakakalimutan mo na ako pa rin ang Hari. Don’t be impudent, General Valencia. As the King, I ordered you, General Valencia to step aside.” Malamig na sabi ni King Alejandro. His eyes darkened. His air magic forming on his hands.

mahabang paliwanag nito. "Then where's my crown dad? If I am a king, I should have a crown on my head right?" inosenteng tanong nito. "Of course you have, it's in here. You're crown is in your heart and not on top of your head. It will stay there forever and you need to look after it. Don't let the bad guys take it or break your crown into pieces, do you understand?" paliwanag ng ama sa bata.

Natahimik siya at tumingin sa malayo, nahulog siya sa malalim na pag-iisip. Kinabukasan ay tinawag siya ng kasambahay sa kwarto dahil may gustong makipag-usap sa kanya. Sa receiving area, tahimik na nakaabang si King, may dala itong brown envelope. Nakasuot ito ng semi-formal na damit at seryosong kabado ang ekspresyon sa mukha.

“Your Majesties… this was found posted on the western gate.” Damian motioned for Elara to take it. It was crude parchment, inked quickly, nailed roughly. Sa taas: a serpent devouring a crown. A rebellion symbol. And beneath it, words carved with unfiltered rage: THE QUEEN LIVES. THE KING BURNS. THE COURT ROTS. WE FOLLOW THE SURVIVOR, NOT THE TYRANT. A wave of gasps swept the table. Damian stiffened beside her—fury simmering like steel pulled from flame.

Napalunok ng tatlong sunod-sunod si Jared nang matalim siyang tingnan ni King Arthur ng tingin. “King si Arthryn… ano…” “Ready your gang” “Po?” “Gusto kong alagaan niyo ang baby princess ko,” diretsong wika ng hari habang naglilipat ng pahina sa mga dokumentong binabasa. “Saan naman King?”

I whispered and spin the king chess piece with my sweetest smile. "My king... Let's play here in your own kingdom."

"Yes, Your Highness." Louise lips formed an O, and Miss Anna chuckled at her reaction. “Emperors, Kings, and Queens should all be addressed differently. When addressing an Emperor, you would address him or her as His or Her Imperial Majesty. When addressing a King, say, His Majesty The King. And when addressing a Queen, say, Her Majesty The Queen." Talaga pa lang hindi niya puwede tawagin na basta-basta Lolo lamang ang Hari.

Lady Critesa stood up, went beside me and watch the guard kneel. "Her royal highness of Drivike, I have a report of Prince Kier's situation." I slowly looked at the guard holding a letter, and he kneeled and offered the letter to me. At first, I am hesitant to accept the letter because that might be bad news for me, but on the other hand, I want to read it. I took a deeo breath first accepting the letter. "It's good to see you were working hard for the Empire of Gribe. You may go." I waved my hand and watched him get out of my room.

“No.” “Exactly.” King Alexander clapped his hands. “If you’ve finally realized my points, then I want you to go back to your chamber and rest. I’ve heard from Chief Knight Lyte that you’re not feeling well, hence, she sent you our early to rest. You may go now.” Lucas took a deep breathe and conceded to the king’s orders. He bowed down to give respects before he excused himself, but as he was about to turn his heel against his father, King Alexander reminded him of something.