To Poison A King Novels & Stories

The choices I made, the steps I took they were all part of a grand symphony that resonated with the echoes of ambition and the pursuit of power. And so, with the night descending upon the arena, I steeled myself for the moment that would define my legacy. The bottle of poison lay within my grasp to prevent it from being foehns out as it was a a vessel of transformation that promised to rewrite the narrative of the kingdom's future. As the final battles drew to a close, I felt a surge of anticipation a recognition that the tapestry of my life was woven with threads of darkness and light, ambition and consequence, all converging in a moment that held the power to reshape the world itself.

The king grew impatient because it was almost time for dinner, and he promised to join Aileen. "You killed my mood. As a consequence, I shall kill you. Hold your peace forever," says king Viishaun as he paints the ground with blood from the person he caught. He sighed and murmured, "She'll freak out if she sees me covered with blood from this pest. I guess I better change my cape and vest before heading home."

she answered, teasing him. The man in front of her seemed taken aback by her teasing but quickly fixed his countenance. “Why would I fall in love with a violent, unladylike, and arrogant woman?” He said while uncontrollably laughing. “You adapted the insults of the nobles for me!” she said with annoyance, but Keane just laughed at her. **** Behind the trees was the King, listening to their conversation. His face was dark as he was clutching his fists.

“She said that her attempt of killing him failed because of you, you assassin.” Emery scoffed. “His Majesty was poisoned with arsenic and no antidote was available at the time. He could have died within a few hours but Princess Natalia came with the antidote and made a deal with me. And do you know what she asked for? She asked to sleep with the king and bear his child to replace me. Putting all the pieces together, I came to realize that you are just a pawn she used to achieve her goal.” The general creased his forehead, showing that he started to waver. He looked around the camp that was covered with fire and littered with dead bodies. A little while later, he returned his gaze to her.

the two guards who were standing in the room answered obediently and did as she was told. The butler and advisor struggled and begged Aurora for mercy as the guards grabbed their arms. Aurora ignored their pleas. Love and anger had blinded her eyes from the truth. The butler and advisor saw Darius smiling evilly at them before the guard took them out of the room. Darius' eyes told them they were right. It was he who had poisoned their king. He got the poison from a toxicologist who worked for his father. The poison has no smell, has no taste and will disappear in the body when the person who drinks it dies. Darius' evil heart then whispered something to him. "Take the throne... Be a king ...

“What?” “The king’s recent behavior, my princess. Last week he hated the sight of you. Wanted you demoted to servant. This week? He’s treating you like royalty. Something’s definitely up. I think he’s trying to lower your guard so you won’t see the plan coming…the one we overheard.” I blinked. “We overheard a plan?” She gave me a look like I’d forgotten my own name. “Of course! Right before you were poisoned. Everyone knows the king has this… insatiable beast inside him. That’s why he’s always chained up during full moons…he’d lose control and kill everyone, even his own mate.”

he paused to organise his thoughts, then he continued, "We need to spread the word around villages, about the poisoning and their plans to kill the king," "Poisoning?" Carl raised an eyebrow. "You don't know about this, but that soup the king was so addicted to was poisonous. He has been drinking it for years, and it affected his brain, and therefore he started acting violently." Carl and Todd widened their eyes. Alec understood their reaction as he felt the same way that night he found the strange black plant in the soup. Everything starts to make sense when you connect the dots.

Damon jerked to his feet. Rage and humiliation twisted his features. The King slammed his hand against the table. “Ivana! Enough!” But it was too late. The poison had already been poured. And they drank it eagerly. The court members looked at me with disgust. And still— I did not move.

But I had nothing left to lose. He handed me a vial of poison, the liquid swirling inside like a promise of destruction. “Take this poison. It will weaken the king. Leave the rest to me. I will take back my rightful place. I will kill them all and prove to the Moon Goddess that I am the rightful king. I, Thorne, am king!” And just like that, I made my choice.

The liquid vanished into the food, and I stirred it slowly, imagining him choking, gasping, his power slipping away. I replaced the cover and put the dish back exactly where it had been. As I slipped out of the kitchen, my chest felt lighter. The poison was in. The plan was set. All that was left was to watch the king take his last breath.