"Genevieve! Take her inside?" King Nathan ordered and the mortal woman immediately took the little Princess inside with Raya and Willow following her.  Walking inside the suite of King Nathan, Genevieve was tucking the little one close to her chest and paced back and forth.  "Relax, Genevieve…" Raya spoke worriedly then got a sarcastic answer from her, "You don't say anything, Raya. It's not your child or you who are at risk but my daughter and me."  King Nathan ordered his men to find the killer and asked everyone to go back to their homes.   The dragons were in a panic, they were not accepting Genevieve as their Queen and Celestine as their Princess.  

                  *Genevieve's dream*It was a fine day in Harrisburg, the dark clouds covered the bright sun and soon the wind took over the case.  Stepping outside the house of her parents, she instantly noticed the fresh, wet scent of earth.   As she continued walking, she willingly allowed the sprinkling droplets to envelope her entire body. Her shoes are soaked soon, with each step she took, she felt a puddle of water move beneath her feet. The rain hurled itself violently on the dark, slippery pavement.   Her hair was dripping with ice-cold raindrops which plummet to the earth with every mov

Nazneen's throat was being slit by the fearless Queen of King Nathan. The other woman was terrifyingly afraid.   Nathan gave her a gesture and she ran inside the castle with its door being locked from outside and the army of the soldiers were standing in front of it.   They had to protect the Princess at all cost. It was a battle between the dragons and the King of medieval times.   Then the brave soldier named Cyprus handed the dragon King his magnificent sword. The sword was inherited from him by his forefathers. He clutched the sword tightly in his hand...this sword he was holding right now has been slitting many throats, killing many enemies.   "Do you remember this sword,

On a fine evening, a woman was sitting before a mirror letting the makeup artists working their magic on her pretty face. Her sharp gazes moved to look at the woman who was standing right behind her."Willow, is everyone here?" she asked softly and in return, she got a positive reply, "Yes, my Queen. Everyone is waiting for you…" The woman stood up before glancing herself in the mirror, she turned around confidently lifting her head, just like a Queen. Wearing her dream outfit, she stepped ahead. The romantic lace over rich Dolce Satin, slim-a-line bridal gown from Stella York, featured a crystal beaded waist belt and a scalloped trim on its sweetheart bodice, hem and a chapel train. The back zips up under fabric-covered buttons that continue throughout the train. The wedding dress was a perfect a