روايات وقصص ضمن The Two Mr Kings

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

Classic and trendy have merged into one at this place. Claude casually picked up a magazine outside the shop to look at it and discovered that it had posted a photo of Derek Thomas and Martha Clare's wedding. The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World."

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.

She held Keanna’s hands in hers with a cheery smile. “Since today marks our friendship, please call me Clara and I will call you Keanna. I hope we can get along well in the future.” “Of course.” “Next time, let’s have a meal together. You won’t reject me, right?” “How could I reject you? I will wait for your invitation Clara.” she answered with excitement. The women behind Clara were filled with jealousy and contempt directed solely at Keanna. What did the King see in her? She wasn’t even as beautiful as they were, not to mention her commoner blood.

The king was older; he was young and in his prime. Fifteen minutes passed as he stood there. I started to count the seconds after the first minute waiting for him to leave but he was still there. He occasionally walked about. I could only see the side of his face, his perfectly perfect face, and I tried to memorize it, his sharp nose, the new stubble on his face, his frown. After eighteen minutes, something happened. Another man came out. This one wasn’t like Mr. Snowman, the name I had given to my mystery man. This one was shorter, with shorter coal black hair and softer features. He bowed to him, which was odd.

Kings. “it is funny how you had unwavering confidence to noy only substitute your friend as the bride, but you were able to pull through the whole ceremony, so why are you acting like I am going to swallow you alive” Mr. Kings cackles and the twisted feeling in my stomach multiplies knowing “The marriage is done, you guys are married already and there is no need crying over a spilt milk, but I want to ask if you thought this marriage through before going ahead to marry Brian?” Mr. Kings inquires looking into my eyes with an emotion that I can’t place.

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

In the palace where the bodies were swaying here and there and some classical music appears in the background. The king and his sons had already taken their seat on their thrones so that the king could speak with the other kings who had appeared after him. There were four other kings besides him, and they are considered followers of King William, the first of them being King Francois, and there Lucas followed by Richard and Alfred. The princes were busy drinking wine and talking to each other except for the former transformed prince, he just stared blankly, and Damontry only wondered, then Daniel returned after asking permission to go to the toilet.

The room explodes into a single, rolling wave of cheers and slammed glasses, the chant starting up somewhere near the pool tables and spreading like wildfire: “Gods! Kings! Gods! Kings!” I hop down from the bar, slinging a heavy arm around King’s neck and dragging him into the crush of bodies, the twin presidents moving like mirrored storms on either side of their old lady, Queenie, who’s already got some wide-eyed prospect by the collar, making him pour her a double with shaking hands.

He turned to him and said, “I see this is funny to even you.” Just then, the door opened, and in walked four men, accompanied by two Kingsmen. “My king, Lords from House Crow,” one guard announced. They walked to the centre of the throne room, and they bowed to the King and Queen in respect. The shortest among them, the grey-haired one, who also seemed like the oldest, took a step forward and bowed again.