The War King Rejected Bride Novels & Stories

I felt like an imposter wearing borrowed clothes, waiting for the real master of the house to return and throw me into the cold. I wasn't sure how much time passed until I heard low voices echoing from the corridor outside my door. ​"Is this where the new bride is staying?" a hushed voice whispered through the wood. ​"Yes," another whispered back. "I heard the King's nephew rejected her back at her pack. Why would the King want a bride who can't even talk? No wonder he cast her aside." ​"It's obvious," the first voice muttered grimly. "The King took her because he knows she won't last anyway. She’ll die just like the rest of them."

Especially since he was now the only king alive. “If the prince has asked for the war himself Beatrice, then he will get a war. This is not a foreplay where he will send me a letter and I will simply ignore or send him a treaty letter. We have wanted this war for a long time, maybe it is finally time to go through with it” King Alexander said calmly, his eyes meeting his wife’s who had her eyes wide, she looked at her husband and shook her head disagreeing with him.

Legacy. For the first time that morning, her scowl softened into curiosity. “I, well…” she said, trying and failing to hide the spark in her voice. “It would strengthen the alliance. And Nala is certainly… more suited.” I arched a brow. As expected. But the King… The King did not share her reaction. If anything, he looked bored by it. “Impossible,” he said flatly. Ivana’s head snapped toward him. “Why impossible?” “Because,” the King replied, turning to fully face her, “this marriage was arranged between Arden and Nala. And Nala’s mother was your dear friend. She would never agree to her daughter being handed to Richard as a consolation prize.”

Elixir asked and Kaiden nodded. “Let's go back.” He said and carried Odessa properly in his arms before getting on one of the horses. “What the hell just happened?” One soldier asked. “The King just laid claim to the Prince’s bride.” Another responded. Elixir turned and glared at every single one of them, “And I hope you understand that if I hear anything about this outside of this gathering, you all will lose your heads. Got it?” “Yes sir!” ****

After that, everyone lived happily ever after. But that was not the case at all. According to the play I was spectating right now, Vitalis had not agreed to such at all in any case. Instead, he had stabbed the king and threatened him, only to be captured and placed in the dungeon while the war continued to take place. His daughter, who was most surprisingly my namesake, was the one who offered herself to the King first behind her father's back. At the time, she was rumored to be the most beautiful creature in existence. She negotiated with the king that she would let him have her if he called off the war. Of course, the king didn't relent. How could one call off a war because of one woman?

“No, Your Majesty, no. Not at all, of course not. I was just saying, uh, that maybe King Brentley isn’t so fond of his wife, since—you know—he was forced to marry the daughter of the High Cliff king to seal their alliance. We might be doing him a favor if we took her off his hands.” “Idiot,” the king scoffed, backhanding the dignitary across the face. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks of the bitch. No man wants his possessions taken from him, regardless of his affection for it. It’s a matter of pride, something a dullard like you could never comprehend.” “But they’ll declare war on us if we steal one of their noble family members,” the first man pleaded. “And they’ve defeated our armies twic

The brunette bride replied the ash hair bride, “She is been following our crown prince like a puppy but he doesn’t even gave his grace to this warrior.” All the brides giggled, “All men likes to have beautiful females in bed not rough warrior with scars.” When Nora was about to stroke the bride, a dragon solider announced, “All the brides be prepared to present yourself to the Ayruzglow.” Nora held her fist and looked fiercely with prying rage. Indigo rushed to calm her down, “My lady, be calm. Don’t let your beauty be ruined by your wrath.”

the King ordered and like a marionette everyone followed his words. Jeremiah scanned the people of Essex and was mesmerized upon seeing the beautiful woman who had donned herself in white. To contrast with others who were wearing darker color of dresses, Elizabeth quickly stood out before everyone else. Jeremiah who remembered her face well couldn’t be more than happy to know that she had looked at him back, even staring at him. But quickly her eyes left his as she turned to look at the man beside him. Seeing Starvos, Jeremiah’s brows pulled tighter together. “First of all,” said the King who looked rather drunk even though the party had just started. “I need to tell everyone that I am here

Mr. King squinted, and his body was more violent, and asked, "Don’t you want to be my bride?" An Taotao replied, "Yes, I don't want to, I don't want to be your bride!" An Taotao gritted her teeth and felt like she was throwing herself away and said, "Tell me, how can a woman who hasn’t even signed a marriage certificate be your bride?" Mr. King frowned and remained silent for a long time, but his hands moved on her. An Taotao only felt sick, and the disgust in her eyes grew thicker.

I take my hand out of his warm, gentle ones, and the loss of the sparks leaves a cold, aching void in my palm. He doesn’t try to stop me. His head drops, his chin falling to his chest, and his dark hair cascades forward, veiling his face like a shroud of defeat. The picture of a dejected King is so potent it nearly stops me, but survival’s call is louder.