King Tommen 소설 & 이야기

“/They really do think you’re their King?/” “/It’s not funny!/” I complain. “/It’s hilarious!/” Tom returns. “/And who would you prefer as King?/” Sarah demands of Tom. “/Someone who’d start throwing his weight around? Think about it, really think, how would you feel if someone made you King without asking your permission first? Expecting you to do all the things a King should do, without making sure you had money, or people to help, or an army, or anything at all?/”

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”

" Stay away from me , You see this beautiful dream of yours you really have to wake up from it, it's just a mere imagination okay I belong to someone else and no one ,I mean no one can change it so the earlier it gets into your brain the better for you ,stay away from. me or .." " Or what me ,or kick my balls ,hmm let me guess again scream rape ,I would like to tell you something about this palace my dear no matter how you try to scream no one I mean no one will come to rescue you expect I give them a go ahead " " Hahaha you are funny ,just because you where given access to work around this palace freely don't mean you should attach too much important to yourself ,infact you think too highl

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

A ghost in the tribe that tried to erase me. The path narrowed as I reached the center of the Black Moon tribe. My breath caught, my attention quickly drawn to the people gathered at the palace square. Vincent stood above the crowd, highly exalted as the king he is. His Majesty "The King Of France" Raised high on the central platform, his voice echoed with the ease of a leader long embraced by his people. There he was—tall, striking, flanked by warriors and nobles, with an elegant woman at his side. Her arm was laced through his. Her posture is proud, her smile radiant.

The Alpha king asked, taking another step closer, and Evren instinctively recoiled in fear as the king lowered himself, fingers going underneath Evren’s chin to lift the Omega’s head. Their eyes met for the second time in one night, and even though every nerve in Evren’s body screamed for him to lower his eyes, the sheer force of the king’s dominance pressing for submission, something else had Evren’s eyes glued to the king’s grey irises. Which, for some odd reason, seemed to have softened, but not with the tenderness one would gaze upon a lover. It was… No, it couldn’t be empathy; that was an emotion beyond the king.

Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”