King's Royal Order

the library where a rolling ladder is, begging for me to take a spin across the shelves on. Finding myself back at the doors of the palace, the doors to the outside ahead, the gua

ng for them to aid me, but they ignore me. "I'd really appreciate a car as wel

ing over the edges of the robe. A crown lays upon his head, one of silver, but not complete solid silver in one long strand, but silver strands woven together, diamonds and sapphir

re you are, up

to drive me back to the city," I explain, crossing my arms as I see him take off the crown, runnin

back," he replies, quite coldl

he guards as they move, the spears once held by thei

the doors, trying to push them open, to get them open, only,

tching a whiff of his scent as I look for the doorway to the North

o him, my gaze hard as a small smirk cross his face. I can't believe I'm talking

grabbed from behind, pulled against a hard chest as my front is pushed against the glass of the window. "Don't you ever dare give me your back again," hi

cold glass as I look out upon the lake, scared of

ng upon his shoulder as I'm forced to look into his eyes. "You leaving is

and he could get away with it, he's the King. He could feed me to the dogs and

won't," I whisper, my voice barely even there as his h

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pposed to be Queen. What happened to her, or has he already found her. I do not think I will ever