Sometimes the king could stand more truth than most people thought.

The king was standing with his back to the room, looking out of the window.

The King stood, running over the speech in his head.

For a minute or two the king stood watching him.

When it was over he walked back to where the king and his court were standing.

The King stood over me, and for some moments he did not speak.

King stood and looked down at her with little sympathy.

The king does not stand between a man and his wife.

A lone white king stands at the far end of the board.

The King stood at his window, watching the shadow, it had moved closer.