What Was King Roland's First Wish Novels & Stories

Even ten feet. “A slave? You know who she is?” Roland asked, finding this topic enthralling. He couldn’t wait to disclose this to his mate. It seems like their barrenness would soon be over. He hoped that with the occurrence of this mate, the course that had plagued the innocent pack will be averted, and the aura of wickedness and coldness will be lifted. This pack wasn’t like this before, it had started with the curse.

It was Roland who spoke this time. "Seeing as I killed my father, I don't care. I don't even want a treaty with your pack." Roland said with a slight smile. " Then why are you even here," Alpha Ned said, trying to be disrespectful, but Roland growled at him, and it shut him up quickly. Alpha Ned has some serious balls to keep disrespecting the King of Sc. "I'll be leaving today, and taking my mate with me, but you will answer my questions," Roland said, standing tall, looking menacing. He was releasing his king aura. His voice was deeper, fused with his wolf that I could see trying to breakthrough.

Herold said gently, but the king shook his head. “No, Herold. I won’t rest until I know you’re settled. My greatest wish is to see you married before I go. I need to know the kingdom is in good hands, with someone by your side.” His words hung in the air, and I felt Herold stiffen beside me. “Father—” Herold began, but the king silenced him with a look. “Promise me,” he said, his voice breaking. “Promise me you’ll marry Rochelle. It would mean everything to me.”

Now I understood what Gwen meant. "The flowers should be changed, each and every single one of them. They are starting to lose their colour." Gerald said. He was supervising the maids. Today, they were expecting the king of Barklull. The Kingdom was the second to Devon, In terms of power and prosperity. He was having dinner here in the palace and he wanted everything to go well. He knew any sort of mistake might cost his job. He placed a finger on a stool.

“No Alpha can force him to kneel. No Alpha can command his submission. If the corruption uses that against us, he becomes the most dangerous wolf to ever step inside these walls.” Elena held his gaze. “And if I can reach him?” Roland was silent for a moment. “Then everything changes again,” he said. She took a slow breath. “Then we have to try.” He studied her for several seconds, and she saw the conflict in him. The king who needed to protect the pack. The man who had watched too many people be destroyed by forces they did not understand. The father who feared what this would do to his son if things went wrong. Finally, he nodded once. “We try,” he said. “But if the moment turns, you step b

I needed to take a glance at the contents in the letter. However, I could not find anything straightforward in her letter. She mostly talked about some weird tales and silly stories, probably intended to make Rikas laugh at her lame jokes. The only thing I could grab was the story about the tomb of Prince Rowland of Dordon, one of the four children of the Dordon wizard who ascended the throne after killing his wizard father. His birth name was Markus, but later changed his name to Roland after taking over the throne. “That is a very bad habit” I shrieked out of fear after hearing his voice behind me. I had not expected him to wake up so early to catch me with his letter.

“I apologise on behalf of my daughter, she’s still young and….” “NO, NO! It’s okay. You didn’t tell me she was a spicy girl. You know I like them hot-blooded; nobody would like a boring queen,” he replied to my father. He looked at me, my palm still on my face as hatred surged through me. “I heard you have a rather cherished friend, my lady,” Roland said with a grin on his face. “What was her name again? Yes! Maria.” “Leave her out of this, she did nothing to you!” I said, looking intently at King Roland.

I rolled my eyes seeing he was practically obsessed with the grapes. “Help yourself!” I said and he immediately picked some into his mouth. “Well, there is a divine seer who gave a message to the last king and queen that a child will be born with their seed!” He started after stuffing his mouth. “That she will be the great blood that he land needs, the one who transforms the magical stories and reunites the clan with other clans!” He explained and I was a little terrified. That is a whole lot of responsibility! What the hell? “She will be the one who will liberate her people and break the spell!” He said and I was confused.

“His name was Arthur; he was the first Royal of your line, Your Majesty.” His namesake. Arthur wet his lips. “What can you tell me about him?” “King Arthur I united the werewolf kingdoms under his banner to fight the vampires… my grandmother said he didn’t want to be king. He only wanted peace.” “Was he successful?” “They say that the time of King Arthur I was one of the most peaceful times of the werewolf kingdom… followed closely by your grandfather’s reign.” He thanked her for the information and left. “Your Majesty?” He stopped and looked back at her. “If you are interested in learning more about King Arthur I, his office is in the north wing on the first floor.”

"Well, forgive me for not having the grace to stay in the same throne room as your mistress, my king." He adjusted in his seat. She could tell her words had gotten to him: "She isn't my mistress." "Oh, I'm sorry, your whore, then." His teeth gritted, and he was visibly fighting to restrain himself from speaking, but after a while, he overcame the anger and spoke. "A royal union is more than just feelings and emotions; it is also the vows we made to keep the kingdom and its affairs first." She bowed in mock respect and said, "I will do as you have said, King Xavier. Shall I take my leave now?"