Im King Romane & Geschichten

It's hard to recognize him in that mustache. "Wait for my order." I muttered loud enough for my men to hear. I stared at King in front of and I smirked. Too bad he'll be dead tonight. Do you know why he's called King? Well, that's because he's the biggest and the boss of all mobs - he's the King in this game and in this game, you have to get rid of the top dog to be the top dog and that's what I'm doing tonight. "Three, two and...

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

Alpha Lineus frighteningly stated. “Well, then, find out who was behind that drug that had framed you up. That’s all that I’m ordering you.” His deep voice was low but sharp. It wasn’t the first time they had seen the king at this distance – but his aura was overwhelming them, and it was too much for them to bear. They couldn’t even raise their heads from bowing down. “And I am only giving you at least a month… if not…” He let out another darkened ominous grin – making them shiver down their spines.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

I say, but I keep close to Adam. “Oh, hardly any effort. A Privilege. We seldom see such beauty in the palace,” the King is crushing me with his eyes. “Thank you for allowing us back here,” Adam smiles. “Of course, after all, despite your demotion, you are still the next in line until I have a biological heir. My current batch of females has not yet fallen pregnant, but I do keep trying,” The King laughs as if using females for breeders is perfectly acceptable. “My demotion has caused me little inconvenience,” Adam smiles. “I have a strange feeling if I was still a Prince, Evie would have rejected me.”

- Ryan says, cold as ice. On the next day, Ryan gets out of the pack hospital, being held by Kevin, on the right and Mark, on the left, and goes to the office of his father, in the packhouse. On his way, all the people that he crosses bow, and someone calls him "My King". That filled his heart with love, not for the "King" title, but because that reminded him of his mom. All of that upsets him. He needs time to adjust to that "king" shit.

I spit, "especially in my case." He shakes his head. Unimpressed. "I do not make threats. Only statements." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He quirks a brow. The king. Suddenly, it's as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me. "The king," I gasp, eyes wide. "You're the king." Two months. Assassination. The ground slips from beneath me. How could I have forgotten?

He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed. "Leave us," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking. "I will be right outside the door, sire," Liran said. He and Kaelen backed out of the room, the heavy iron locks clicking into place, sealing the King with his shadow. ------- The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung open with a resounding echo. Arthur exhaled once. And became the King again He walked in. There was no tremor in his hands. There was no sweat on his brow. Draped in his heavy, gold-embroidered velvet robes, his spine was perfectly straight, his eyes cold and commanding. He looked every inch the monarch he was born to be.

He even lowered his head in a respectful gesture towards the king. "Your highness, your meal has been prepared and awaits your indulgence. "Would you rather eat here or in the drawing room?" With a solemn gesture, Horacio lowered his head and posed his inquiry. The monarch gazed upon it with a stoic countenance, revealing no hint of feeling. With a temperament as fiery as the sun, the King has taken to severing the heads of those who serve him directly. Within the confines of this grand palace, there exist a multitude of human beings, all of whom are dutifully serving the King in their respective capacities. Among them, there is one individual who holds a particularly unique role, serving as