Novel & Cerita Why Was The Mad King Mad

Chapter 1. The beginning of madness Any story begins with birth, but the story of this madman arose long before his birth. He could not even imagine that it would happen to him, not even a tragedy, but a Comedy. Although for him, even Comedy has become a tragedy. Is it possible for a person to survive in the circumstances in which he found himself? Is it possible to remain human if everyone despises you-even those you love? Is it possible to go all the way to the final – to the death? This will be told by the madman himself, because he has no other choice. He will tell the story of his life, not because he wants to be pitied. He wants his story to be heard by people who have lost heart and s

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

MAD What a complete fuckwit! I might have underestimated Valentine’s capability. He was cunning— a con man. He definitely knew how to play the longest game. He just fooled the King and everyone before my eyes. While the King’s expression was unreadable all the time, he might have believed everything his son had said.

"This is where I play piano as part of my education." "Pftt... I don't think you'll be patient enough to learn to play the piano. Butler Arthur told me you always sneaked outside and gone home covered with mud." "I don't care about my studies. I rather sneak outside to play with my sword than play that disgusting piano." The king sighed and added, "It was convenient since I had survived numerous assassinations, all because I know how to wield the sword. Dealing with killings was much easier than dealing with my sanity when that magic appeared.

But the truth was, he had never once really been free on our anniversary. As head of the Moretti family, there was always something. The books from the underground casinos. Weapons shipments that needed his approval. Family council meetings called without warning, even in the middle of the night. Over the years, I had gotten used to waiting for him on days that were supposed to belong to us. Four years ago, it had been the same.

To their left were other councilors. Chief Madu felt sick with self-disgust. He had been given a huge assignment. And he has failed. Why were the queen and the King putting Chief Madu through this grotesque public humiliation? He had had rather been taken off it to somewhere and flogged. But he had trained never to show weakness. So despite his fatigue, and his aching head, he kept his back straight, his chin high, her gaze imperious.

Their smiles vanished upon realizing that the obsessive and tyrannical king would attend the meeting. When King Corean Shuia Eckrett, the Usurper, became the youngest king in history, he shredded his sheep’s cloth. He was never as tame as his face looks. The empire called him the rose of the continent with his astounding golden eyes and wavy chocolate hair that could launch a thousand warships. But behind those façade, he was a crazy beast. The retainers whispered their nickname for him, he was secretly known as the mad king. Though he did not harm his subjects, Rowan and Keiran could not forget how King Corean killed Queen Victoria’s only sister, Sabina, without remorse.

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

I finally got to a huge golden door and I needed no one to tell me. "We're here, your majesty." Sara opened the door and I took a deep breath before going in. As soon as the door closed and I turned, something came flying on my face. My eyes widened in shock when it hit my forehead and made my head bleed. I fell to the ground, then tried to look at the person who did this. It's him. The mad king I just married. "It's you? You're the lowly thing that dared to marry me?"

I mutter while inspecting the book. “King Eugene started as an ordinary citizen turned merchant. Then he took different missions from different Kingdoms and use the rewards to create the Pitchford Kingdom. At least, that’s the short version of the story.” “And that Owusu guy? Why is he here? Doesn’t he have his own Kingdom to rule?” “He’s exiled, and it's only King Eugene who accepted him.” “Exiled for what?” “Being a royal and a mercenary at the same time.”