Chosen

Chpt 01

Choose

NARRATOR

Each year the king is given a line of ladies to choose from to be his wife. All of which have no name to themselves. No birthright, no riches. Women who had been taken from the streets of his kingdom.

His people pray for the day that he finds a wife so that he can one day have an heir to call his own. But each year, none of the women he'd come across had ever taken his interest even when they threw themselves at him.

I know what you're thinking. Why can't he just take a random woman to bear his children without making her his wife?

Even Kings have to follow the rules of the Realm. A bond without love is a curse throughout the lands.

The more heirs a kingdom has, the stronger that kingdom may become, but even though he hasn't provided his kingdom with an heir, it still thrives due to the magic that spreads throughout the lands. The magic provided by him.

King Flaudian.

Over the years of not being able to find the right lady, his people began to call him The King Without Love. He was a hard individual to please let alone entertain and his beliefs of love were non-existent to him. Many feared him for it and how powerful he was.

With just a flick of his finger, he could stop your heart if he wanted to and no one ever dared to ask why he refused to find love, but as I said, dear reader, He doesn't believe it exists.

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LEALA

"Unhand me, you vile creatures!" I shouted before I was thrown before the king, my head throbbing in pain as one of his guards had managed to find me and attack as I was trying to break into the palace from the garden.

I stare at the floor as blood drips from my head onto the marble tiling within the throne room.

"We caught her in the gardens, your majesty. She was trying to climb up the walls and we found a few equipments on her. Things usually thieves would carry." His guard said.

The moment I lifted my head to look at the king, I was immediately whacked in the face by the hilt of the guard's sword. "Do not move until you are told to!" He shouted.

I quietly sat there on the floor, watching as the blood became more and more.

"That's enough." I heard his voice for the first time. It was deep and calm but surprisingly every time he spoke, the walls and floor would vibrate under me. It sent shivers up my spine even.

"What is your name? And do not lie to me." He spoke as I heard him approaching. The sound of his shoes hitting the ground. "Lea.." I said.

I stopped in my sentence as his shoes came into my view, standing in front of my blood puddle. "Your full name?" He asked.

"Leala..." I continued to stare down at the floor, unsure if I should look up or not.

I was suddenly grabbed by the hair, my head pulled back and I was face to face by the one we call our king. He had looked younger than I imagined him to be. His golden cat-like eyes and blonde short hair were one of a kind, only those of royal blood carried this look.