Novel & Cerita The Ride On King

“Why are you here, Cassia? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” “I am resting.” He raised an eyebrow that clearly said ‘really?’ “Look,” I said, standing with my arms crossed, “I know you don’t understand how the human body works, but stepping out, laughing, and having thrilling encounters can help heal us better than being stuck in bed… Your Majesty,” I added with a humble bow when I noticed Landon staring at me as if my head would look nice on a silver platter for how I spoke to the king. The king simply nodded. “Thrilling encounters, huh?” He looked around before asking, “Do you know how to ride a horse?”

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺ Minister Kingsley rides the carriage traveling away from his home, the Raphbarg Kingdom looking for ladies fitting for the competition. His eyebrow furrows while he reads the scroll. Out of all the people in their Kingdom. He would share the ride. He is sitting horizontally in front of the Royal Doctor, William. He steals glances at William, who is crossing his arms in front of his chest, pouting. It looks like the two are having a suffocating atmosphere inside the carriage.

King Archer ordered as the guards did as said. It was evident that none of the queens could ride a horse, but Pearl was perfect at it. She scanned through the horses and already chose the one she would ride on, mentally. "I know that none of you can ride a horse, so the guards will ride each of you," the king said and climbed on his horse. "I can ride a horse, my king. I'd prefer to ride myself," she said as Agent Fox walked towards her. "No, my queen, you won't be riding yourself. You might fall off the horse. Horses aren't easy to ride because they can lose control just anytime," Agent Fox uttered, trying to convince Pearl, who shook her head in disagreement.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

“Yeah. Rico’s on board with the new route changes I suggested. He sees it now.” King looked between them. Slow smile spreading. “Good. Real good. Come here, baby.” She walked over. King pulled her against him right there in front of Rico. Kissed her deep, hand sliding down her back, claiming. Made it last. When he pulled back he looked at Rico. “My queen’s got vision. I like that. We’re parading her at the big meet tomorrow night. Show the other crews who runs this town now.” Rico nodded stiffly. “Smart.”

~~ The ride to the palace took half the night. The royal grounds were alive with different scent, wolves from different territories busying around in preparation for the gathering. Banners hung from the towers, silver and blue, rippling in the wind. The king’s throne room was packed. Alphas lined up to register their pack in the invitation list that'll be dispersed soon. “Kael,” the king said from his dais. His voice rolled through the hall like thunder. “You’re late.” "Late? On the contrary your majesty, I'm right on time."

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.

I squeeze them and keep my gaze on his. “There is a man who once challenged my father for the title of Alpha King,” Sebastian slowly speaks the words, being careful and meticulous. I don’t blame him for it. If I were in his shoes, I would be careful too. “He goes by the title of the Rogue King. For the past few months, he’s been infiltrating the country and has made threats on your life…as well as the kids.”

“Drogomor’s defenses are strongest here and here. If we attack from…” Suddenly, we were interrupted when the tent flap burst open, and a young scout stumbled in, gasping for breath. “Alpha!” he wheezed. “King Derek... he’s here.” I froze. “What did you just say?” My voice came out low, dangerous. He couldn't be here. He dared not show his face here after everything he had done to me, to my mate. “The Mad King is at the border,” the scout stammered in confirmation. “He’s demanding an audience with you.”