The War King Rejected Bride Novels & Stories

What made things worse was that they were not even given a chance to mourn for Prince Kayziel immediately took over the Kingdom and declared that he was going to marry their Queen. The bride, The Queen Mother, once radiant in her finery, now appeared pale and hesitant, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She clutched the bouquet of white lilies in her hand tightly, unable to stop thinking about her second child, Zedekiel, whom Kayziel had reported dead. In a span of months, she had lost her husband and two children. The third was alive but locked up in a dungeon and the fourth was sitting a few feet away, being forced to watch her Mother marry her uncle. The entire wedding was an abomination bu

“Don’t you want to rest tonight?” “I have been resting for too long, my queen,” he said, kissing my hand. “I think it’s high time we consummate our marriage, or don’t you think?” Those were the words that haunted me for the rest of the evening; consummate our marriage. Whilst it had been a scary thought when I’d first arrived, after a while, I’d grown to expect and even anticipate it. I was happy even with the age difference. But after Ibrahim’s violation, after he had taken what it was the minster was expecting to receive, it was now an even more frightening thought than before.

"But wide-hipped. She will carry." "Thank you?" I said, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. "I try to stay hydrated." "The wedding will be at the end of the week," the King continued, ignoring me. "Before I die. I want to see the alliance sealed." "With all due respect, Your Majesty," Cian said, his voice smooth as oil. "Surely we should allow the Lady to... settle in. To mourn the life she left behind." "Softness, Cian," the King spat. "That is your weakness. We need the deal. We need the American tech. Marry her. Tonight if possible. I don't have time for courtship."

‘Why do you sound like a stuttering car? ‘Just get here,’ I mind-link back, teeth clattering. ‘On my way,’ Karl replies before shutting off the link between us. Karl has been my beta, and my best friend for almost a decade since I became Alpha King of the Kingdom of Dyana. An exasperated sigh leaves me as the cold continues to bite into my skin. I glance behind me to see my mate… well…rejected mate still standing behind, the door slightly ajar as she stares. I raise a hand at her as I try smiling, but she glares at me immediately and shuts the door with the finality of a guillotine.

My heart thudded like hooves on dry land. This was not a matrimony of love but an arranged one. It was a treaty signed for peace between two names bound by bitter history. The Storms and Valdemonts. Their father's had once fought side by side, then turned on each other after a failed murder attempt. The kingdom never healed from the divide. Now, with unrest rising again, the high council had found an answer in old bloodlines and public displays of unity. A marriage to bring the two old generals together and help quickly calm the unrest. Bring a hope to the people.

“Thank you for your kind words. I was left with no options. They just told me that I was promised to get married to the beastly King. Wants our so-called allies to find out that my father was sick call my bed reading oh, they thought it was their cue to team up and try to invade our country. I was desperate, had not even got crowned, let alone know how to lead an army. I was losing men, I was losing land, I was losing my people. So I asked for help, my mistake was asking help from the wrong people. We did win the war but the cost turned out to be much higher than I anticipated.” She looked devastated. “When did this all happen?” Right before you arrived,” I shrugged. “It was the day you show

the minister of Foreign Affairs added. “And we—” “Stop right there.” the king cut them off. He stood up and faced them all. “There is not going to be any wedding,” he announced, coldly. The men and the two women shared a confused look. “What are you saying, son?” Maya laughed nervously. “Exactly what you heard, nothing will happen.” “Your Majesty, I am afraid to tell you that you have no choice but to agree to this union.” a man said. “Our kingdom needs an heir.” another man added.

“Our kingdom had been declaring war on anyone who wished to defy our wishes—especially my wishes. That is no big deal, actually. That is how my family showed they love me.” Bullshit. That was stupidity. But I had to keep it to myself, or they would really wage war against the kingdom. No one had continued eating. Who would eat enthusiasm, especially if the topic was war? The princess was becoming more interested in the flow of conversation. "War is unnecessary, Princess Leonora,” the alpha king interjected. The woman’s face brightened. “You mean to say you will marry me, Your Highness?” "No.” Her face fell. “Stop mentioning the war as if it is an easy thing to do because our kingdom will alw

"It took you a while to get here. I was wondering if you'd even come here." "Why?" I asked. "Why what?" "Why did you leave the key to me? Why make me hunt this room down? Why give me the map?" "So many question, Queen Frost." The king sighed before he looked up at the painting again. "I married her the week after I came back from the war." He said. Okay... So I'm not getting answers to my question. But I didn't dare interrupt the King. "The war was the only thing expected of me to be king. I won that war, killed hundreds of men and restored balance to another kingdom. But I came back and Father refused me the throne, went back on his words when he found out about her."

He hadn't been on a comfortable bed for so long, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep. Almost three years ago, they went to war because of the revolutionists waging conflict. They knew that the former King's condition was becoming worse, and they wanted to take advantage of that. Then just a month after that, the former King died. The war with the revolutionists had intensified. Alaric became King. Keane felt that he had to do everything he can to lead the Knights to victory. Triumph would be the best gift for his newly crowned cousin, he thought. The news of his cousin's wedding reached him when he was in the war. He was genuinely shocked that Alaric didn't marry Jestina. The three of the