Till We Meet Again My King Novels & Stories

“The King is alive, but if you do not come out now, you would lose him again.” *Boom*

I chuckled lifting my head up to look at him, where he growled not liking the name I called myself but did hold me closer. “Which was the single most important and beautiful decisions of my life, I was aware even in those woods that first night we met, you would lead our entire Kingdom with grace and love. As King, I am never wrong, look what you have done.” He smiled running his hand over my face but pointing out to the beaming faces of those in Buddy’s corner, a place which once felt heavy but now filled with hope.

So once more, he repeated his command and said, "Say it again." "What is it that you wanted me to repeat, Your Majesty?" she asked. "What you said earlier," he replied. Isabel thought for a while, trying to remember what she had said. "Uhm... Is it when I said I would never run away from you, Your Majesty?" "Haa..." Lucian breathed, becoming impatient and adding, "Yes, but you said, 'my king'. Keep saying it." He demanded. Isabel's cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she realized what he meant. "I would never run away from you, my king."

Wise men rarely do. “I’ll walk you back,” the King said, and didn’t reach for me. “I can walk myself,” I said, and didn’t walk away. We stood a moment longer, three wolves and a stubborn fire. “Tomorrow,” the King said at last, a promise rather than a farewell. “Will you meet me? Just… to breathe. To try again.” I thought of ice rising and falling like a tide. Of a hand hovering by my pulse. “I’ll think about it,” I said stubbornly.

I yelled at him again; this time, he was not talking to me while I was yelling at him. He looked downcast as he stood up, lowering his head slightly in the process. "Yes, I was foolish to think that having you would be extremely useful to me, since I thought from time to time you are going to love me. But I was mistaken; you are absolutely head over heels in love with your King."

I had always yearned for a purpose greater than myself, and perhaps this was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I met King Edward’s gaze, my voice filled with a resolute determination. “Your Majesty, I accept this charge,” I declared, my words ringing with conviction. “I shall gather our forces and do everything in my power to restore peace and stability to our beloved kingdom.” Agnes stepped forward, her eyes filled with unwavering support. “And I shall stand by his side, offering my aid in whatever capacity I can,” she added, her voice strong and unwavering. King Edward’s expression softened, a glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes. “Thank you, both of you,” he said, his voice fill

“To find allies.” She looks unimpressed. “And you believe they will listen?” I hold her gaze, my voice steady. “They will. Or they’ll regret it.” Valentine’s hand tightens on my waist, a flicker of pride flashing in his dark eyes. The meeting concludes shortly after, but before we leave, the King steps forward. “You will need all your strength for what’s to come,” he says, eyes heavy with something close to warning. “Be ready.” Valentine doesn’t respond.

"Melina, are you alright? Should I take your silence for a refusal?" A rush of panic surged through me. I couldn't possibly decline the King's invitation, yet my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Finally, with a timid nod, I managed to muster a response. "Yes, Your Majesty. I will meet you later in the garden for lunch. I am sorry for my awkwardness." The King's face lit up with pleasure, and a warmth spread through my veins at the sight. He nodded, his expression gracious as he said, "I will be looking forward to your arrival, Melina."

“My Lord… I-I bring a letter from His Majesty… from the King.” Without a word, he broke the seal and scanned the letter, then turned slightly, extending it toward me. “Mira,” he said quietly, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment. “It bears his seal.” I took it carefully, brushing my fingers lightly over the lion emblem, feeling the dried wax crack beneath my touch. “He wants to negotiate,” Kieran muttered, releasing a deep sigh. “The king wants us to meet him,” I read the line again slowly, my voice remaining calm even as something sharp twisted inside my chest. “At the old stone bridge,” I murmured. “At noon.”

the Commander said with venom etched in his voice. "Yes,what the Commander said is right. We are not a coward who runs away from war,I believe we will conquer that motherfucker that calls himself a king,I am not bowing to any king. We will make sure we defeat the king of Tyrus and its kingdom,"the king said, finalizing the meeting. They called in the messenger and gave him another written scroll which contained their reply . The messenger rode out of the kingdom back to his own kingdom. Back at the Palace after the messenger had gone...