Was Viserys A Good King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Third-party POV There was a pause after Valanthria's words before the Mer king lost it. He asked, "Why his son?" adding that his son was meant to be king; he was his firstborn. But Valanthria didn’t let the king speak; she rose just as he had done, asking whose son would have been the good choice to sacrifice. The Mer king thought she was making a mistake, asking why Kairos was his first, the one marked king, if he had to be a sacrifice.

“You expect us to trust you? You expect us to believe you? You are king of vampires. You are wicked, proud, cruel. You cannot change.” Valerius’s jaw tightened. “I am king, yes. But even kings can fall. And even kings can rise again. I will prove myself. Not with war, but with loyalty.” Valerie’s eyes burned with hope. “He means it. He will stand with you. He will stand with us.” I held his gaze, my chest tight. He had sworn to kill me. He had brought war to my pack. He had spilled blood, caused chaos, tried to destroy me.

The Kingdom of Helios, once a small nation, had transformed into a mighty and prosperous empire since Valerius Evander ascended the throne. It was known as the "Glory of Valerius." Valerius Evander, even when he was still a crown prince, was renowned not only for his exceptional leadership but also for his bravery and decisiveness on the battlefield. Under Valerius Evander’s leadership, the army of the Kingdom of Helios had consistently won victories, expanding its territory and establishing a powerful dynasty. Alongside the young king were four experienced marshals, Zane Ryder, Aiden Cole, Elias Dawnfire, and Lucius Blackwood, who achieved resounding victories and were invincible.

He had lost interest in the politics and was currently trying to peel a sticker off the sole of his boot. "You brought a monster into my house," Solas said. His voice wasn't the booming baritone of the platform. It was tight, constrained by a rage he couldn't afford to unleash. "I brought a safeguard," I corrected, keeping my hands visible, palms open. "Valen reacted to a threat. He defended us. That is what kings do." "He is five," Solas spat. "He is not a king. He is a liability." "He is the only reason Darius hasn't marched his Shadow Army across your border," Kaelen interjected smoothly.

I guess we needed someone that was there. Logan was paler than usual. "Are you okay Logan?" I asked. "Yeah. I'm dealing. And King? What do you think?" He asks almost whispering. "He's fine. He's really strong, you know, being raised as he was. And I was a little too. He's really strong. I hope you overcome this quickly, Logan. I've always though you're a good person. You'll push through." I smiled briefly, hoping I was encouraging.

“Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection of who Josie is as a person. A walking ball of contradiction. “If you have something to say, I suggest you spit it out.” I demanded of the seething body that had slipped in

Lazarus cut in, levelling him with an unreadable expression. “Are we really doing this my King?” Valeria questioned rather aggressively, “She is a weak human and yet you are letting her become your personal assistant.” She spat venomously, “She might be your mate, but she isn’t worthy of that title. She cannot protect you.” “Shut up Valeria.” Karina exasperated, “Bellatrix is more than capable of protecting herself and The King.” Valeria chuckled darkly, “Don’t make me laugh, this puny thing.”

I told him smugly “You’ll never fill the role I was as king”. “I don’t want to. I’ll fill the role as queen and I’l rule just as your father did. He was a far better king than you”. “He was a weak king”. “He was a good king! His people loved him, the lands were prosperous. He had a heart. You gave your people nothing”. “He was weak!! and so are you!” “No, you were weak. You let your greed and bitterness take hold of everything in Northelye. But I will make it what it once was and you’ll never be king again”.

Casilias sighed indignantly for like thousandths time, and he was about to scream out of the anger he felt, for he hated the king so much. Because he is a very unjust king, and the worst of all is that he presided over the throne after his assassination to his brother, his brother's wife, and their son, the crown prince He took advantage of the isolation of the Kingdom of Dragons, in order to establish his control over it He stood in front of the throne room, still exhaling indignation, the king had asked for his presence hours ago, and now he is only answering the call

The king had to be wise in approaching him because one mistake will lead to his subjects abandoning the king. He knew that Waharis had the potential and fame to become the next king and King Visian had no problem passing it on to him if only he was not connected to the Mahan. The only thing that King Visian could do in times like these was stall time, enough for the camp of Dasran to come up with a solution, or else he will have to approve Waharis' suggestions no matter what. But over the years, his charisma has only gotten stronger and the king knew that it was only a matter of time before he too would rise up against the king, just as the Lifir family is doing right now.