روايات وقصص ضمن Artinya Treat Like A Queen

"He knew as the next queen of this city, you'll need as much gold as possible. Only the rich royalties excel." "Maybe. Maybe you're right." She agreed. "And don't speak to me like I'm some stranger. No formal talk." She frowned, expecting him to simply smile but instead he wore on his face a cold look. "It's true Sif. Don't treat me like that."

'Let them see you' She had whispered multiple times. I looked up at her through the mirror. "You look.... Like a Queen." She whispered. Warrior whined softly next to me. "I look like a whore." I said back, but I bit my lip to stop my smile from coming through when Guela scowled at me. "Whore is not a bad word here, Elle. In the kingdom of Lust." She pointed out to me. "In fact, the more you look like a 'whore', 'prostitute' or 'slut', as you humans so disgustingly call it, the better." She grabbed one more light blue pin from the table next to her and pinned it in my hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." I apologized with a kind smile.

“Amy, scrub my back until it’s clean. Don’t let that woman’s smell stick to me.” “Very well, Your Majesty.” Amy exchanged glances with Marta who was holding Rion’s bandaged hand. “Are you laughing at me?” Rion asked while glancing at Marta who was smiling. “No, Your Majesty. We are simply pleased to see Your Majesty’s relationship with the queen.” “Are you happy to see her bullying me?” “It’s not like that.” “Get some water. So?” Marta took water in a bucket and said, “It’s not bullying. The queen is like this because she loves you so much. She is very jealous, so she doesn't want other women to touch you. How would you react if another man touched the queen?”

This young lady is really interesting… "Just trust your decision, your highness, I believe being a queen is not just by having a crown or being a noble. Every woman can be a queen on her own but there is only one person that can be your queen. You didn't just find and pick them, you will also create them." "Then how to create a queen?" "Treat her like a queen, let her be a queen." Not edited

“When are you going to see me as yours too?” That caught him off guard. His jaw tightened. “I do.” “Do you?” I stepped closer. “Because sometimes I still feel like a pawn in a game I didn’t choose.” His voice dropped. “You’re not a pawn. You’re the queen.” I stared at him. “Then treat me like one.” He looked at me, something unreadable in his eyes. Then, slowly, he reached up, brushed my cheek with his thumb. “I’m trying.” I nodded. “Good. Because I’m done letting people underestimate me. Including you.”

“I mean, you're rude before but you suddenly changed after last night. What's with you?” “Why? Is it wrong you treat you this way?” His head tilted to one side before he squatted on the floor. “I told you last night, you are our Queen. And we'll treat you that way.” Confusion enveloped her system. “What do you mean Queen?” She's confused.

I say. He frowns. “When do you back down?” “With your mate. When you find her, treat her like a queen, because she should be the queen of your heart. That’s not to say that you can’t disagree with her or her with you, but never disrespect her, never assume that she should bow to you because you’re an Alpha. Treat her as an equal, make sure she knows that she’s the only woman for you, and she’ll become the queen you’ve made her in your life.”

He states and pushes my head back down. My panties are becoming soaked with this treatment, just like they always do when my men treat me like an insignificant whore. I’ve tried understanding why I get off being treated this way, but I finally gave up. It’s all role playing and neither one would ever treat me like this outside of intimacy. They have the utmost respect for me, and they treat me like their queen.

“You *are* the queen, Anna. You’ve been through so much, and now with the babies coming… you deserve to be treated like one. I want you to feel safe, cared for, and stress-free.” I blinked, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth flood my chest. “That’s… actually really sweet. But you know I’m not used to being fussed over like this.” He smirked. “Well, it’s time you got used to it. Besides, when you’re happy and healthy, this whole house runs smoother. Everyone wins.” I laughed softly. “Alright, Your Majesty, I’ll accept my royal treatment.” Jace grinned, looking around at the staff. “Good. Now, who’s got the queen’s slippers? Because I’m pretty sure she’ll want them soon.”