When a revenge assassination attempt on the ruthless Queen sheds light to the palace life she lives. He finds himself in an odd predicament with a much less noble form of payment.
When a revenge assassination attempt on the ruthless Queen sheds light to the palace life she lives. He finds himself in an odd predicament with a much less noble form of payment.
" Hail the King and his Queen!" The streets rang with chants as the church bells rolled. A celebration of a much awaited union for the Kingdom of Shadowfell. It was as almost like a sigh of sang threw the streets for their King had finally decided to marry. - A song the streets of the kingdom would only sign once more under the reign of King Gideon and Queen Estela, as they birthed their heir and the future ruler of the flourishing kingdom.
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A deep sigh escaped her lips as she looked out the window of her husband's departing hunting party. The handsome king leading the way with his hounds at point and his right hand, near literally at his right side. " Do not fret dear husband. I shall handle everything." She muttered once again. A phrase that sat at the top of her tongue on a daily when dealing with the 'Dense' King, Gideon the uncaring timid creature of a king. Leaving his work for his wife and his counselors.
Navy blue skirts rustled as the Queen turned on her heel and elegantly marched toward the council room. Her loose auburn hair giving the air of youthfulness even though the gaze from her crystal blue eyes betrayed a sternness that could match any elder; the prime of beauty fading into the prime of wisdom and she was caught somewhere right in the middle.
" Gentlemen." She acknowledged as she threw the council door open. The five men rose at the sight of their Queen, taking their seats only once she sat down.
" My queen." A stout elder man addressed before standing, his thinning white hair flashing a shimmer of his bald spot as he bowed. " The reports indicate there is unease on the outer skirts. Robbers conducting taxes in your name while others steal supplies from our ships and give them away in the streets." His dark eyes darting to a counterpart before returning his gaze to his queen. " A rouse to put Highness's in a poor light. As a feminine is being reported as well." A rumble erupts amongst the men, their voices elevating. " Inside job! A plot of treason!" Could be heard amongst the bickering older men.
" You all are so nerve-wracking." She spoke, slamming her ringed fingers onto the table to catch their attention. " Bickering. Pointing fingers." Two fingers raising to the bridge of her nose to indicate a headache from irritation. " To find the root to pull the you must find the weed first. - Locate these Taxers. Dead or Alive as either can be forms of examples for using our Kings name..."
" Actually it is just your name." She was interpreted. A brow lifting up at the stout man.
" Sir Theodore. My name is the Kings name." She swiftly corrected, standing. " I fear this will not be the last incident as the fear of hungry is a strong manipulation tool. Find these heathens and take care of them. - Also start rationing any imported items." Queen Estela stated before dismissing herself from the council, a heavy weight on her heart as a deep dread of things to come.
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It was not but a few years after the start of unauthorized taxing that there was an unsuccessful assassination attempt on the Kings head that instead took his dearest friend. A plague of depression took over the King causing him to become susceptible to another assassination attempt, this one a success.
Grieving for her dear husbands loss and fearing for her son's life Estela started to rule with an iron fist.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
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