The following day, the King waited to the east of the city for his coronation.
The King waited, wondering whether the child would expand on his brief answer.
The King would be waiting for him, he knew.
The King was waiting on the other side of the huge metal gates.
The King must wait for help while I fought his enemies.
The King waited a moment and then turned back, his bishops following.
The King looked at the man with anxiety, and waited for him to speak.
The Kings were alert and waiting, having somehow anticipated this visit.
The King is waiting to meet her right now.
If the King had waited a few days later we could have saved her, for all would have begun to go well of itself.
