Who Was King Arthur's Son Novels & Stories

“We probably can’t be friends right now, but I hope you’re happy. I really do.” Calla gave him a small, shaky smile. “I’ll be okay, Waris. Petric is helping me out. And you’ll find someone who actually fits your life better than I did.” King Atticus nodded, looking proud of how his son handled it. “King Arthur didn't have a mate when he was on the throne,” he mentioned. “But I hope things work out better for you. And if not, Naib Juara and Nola will keep the line going anyway.”

King Arthur slowly opened his eyes, the image before him was so blurry that at first, he couldn't see anything but he heard his daughter's voice, loud and clear. "Lilia" he whispered breathless as he gasped for breath, his eyes were aost white to the extent that Lilia could hardly see his black pupil. "Yes father" Lilia nodded with trembling lips, "It's Lilia" she replied in deep pain as the sight of her father broke her heart into several pieces. King Arthur noticed the presence of someone beside his daughter, slowly, he turned and saw a tall handsome man before him. He looked at him in shock and turned to his daughter, "Is he the one?" He managed to ask with shaky lips.

the prince murmured. "It's him! Silvio!" "Oh my God... what's going on?" "Princes, King Roberts and Queen Margareth have departed this afternoon." "You're sure?" "Yeah...it worked!" he told me and smiled. That made me very happy, and I hugged him out of emotion. "Could you explain..." asked the confused prince. "Your father is safe in the castle" I told him with a big smile. We pick up the pace, never been happier that my plan worked.

Claude entered the adjoining library, grabbed a magazine, and accidentally saw the cover of a handsome man holding a sweet, smiling noble girl. Next to them was a headline. "The good news is that the eldest son, Thomas, will marry the second daughter of the Clare family by the end of this year". He only heard an annoying sound in his ear, and then he heard the man's voice somewhere. "Claude, come here, what's there to be afraid of? In the future, my house will also be your house."

He was back to how he was yesterday. "Are you okay?" The story has probably reminded him of his parents indeed. I was about to ask him to stop if he couldn't go on. "He sent a woman to drug King Arthur during a gathering. However, his plan failed when the king didn't attend the gathering. Instead, your father did." Oh no. I was starting to feel happy when my father wasn't mentioned in all of King Arthur's misdeeds but my heart skipped when I heard Dorian mention him now.

Arthur dictated. “But I see you have not betrayed her any further,” Arthur continued as his father continued to stare at him in horror. “I did not want to admit that my son’s mate almost killed me, then healed me, and my son chose her over me,” his father spat. Arthur stared at his father for a moment and then nodded. “She expects your allegiance to her,” Arthur spoke. “I do not owe her anything,” his father boomed. “How dare she expects our loyalty to her? She was a mere servant in our kingdom, surviving on our spare.”

Grabbing hold of her hands, I give them a light squeeze, fixing a serious look on my face. “You are Morgana Pendragon, daughter of Uther Pendragon and sister to King Arthur. There is nothing you can’t accomplish.” A smile spreads across my face. “Except for take over your brother's kingdom.” Laughter erupts from Morgana, chasing away the worries that crowded her mind. “Low blow little Wolf Queen.” She tells me, a delighted smile on her face.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. "I'm the luckiest man alive. I love you, Elena. I love our family." When our son was born, we named him Marcus, after Elder Marcus. He was a beautiful baby, and Lina adored him from the moment she laid eyes on him. She would sit by his crib, watching over him with a protective love that warmed my heart. Arthur couldn't get enough of his son, holding him every chance he got, and I knew our family was complete. Our days were filled with laughter and love, with the simple joys of raising our children and leading our pack. Every morning, I would make Arthur his smiley face omelet, and every morning, he would look at me with the same love and gratitud

"We are fated. I only kept her hidden to protect her from vipers like you. I didn't want my son to become a political target" Darius thrust the photo to the stone table and the Elders leaned in, squinting at the small image. Because of the dye, there was a subtle resemblance between them. And if you looked for Darius in Leo’s face, you would find him. "Black hair," one Elder pointed out. "Strong jaw. He looks exactly like Valerius.” "A son," the middle Elder breathed, his anger replaced by awe. "The King has an Heir." "Yes," Darius said firmly. "And now, the time is right to bring the Crown Prince home."

How many families of this realm have less so that the royal family can eat fish in a territory that does not naturally have it? The crown was currently worn by King Amon. Prince Joaquim has been named his heir at his moon ceremony. It was never expected that he would be named heir, as he was the King’s second born son. The first, Prince Arthur, was two years older than Joaquim. He mysteriously died days before his moon ceremony was to take place. He was such a healthy and athletic young man. He was attacked by a pack of rogues and senselessly murdered.