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He looked at her. "You will also find out more about this mate of his," she said, her voice quiet but with that tone that said she had been ruling for a long time and knew that information was the most valuable thing there is. "Because if the mad king came through a portal at this hour and the reason he gave was a woman, then that woman is someone we need to know about." "Yes, mother," he said. ************* Ironblood Kingdom: Malgron's Palace: The palace was quiet at this hour.

Then a book caught her eye. It was sitting on a low shelf, its cover worn but still readable. She pulled it down and looked at the title. It was a history of lycan queens and their stories. She opened it and started to read. The pages told the story of a lycan queen from centuries ago. A queen who had been married to a lycan king. A queen who had suffered terribly in her marriage. The story was similar to Iris's own. So similar that it made her hands shake as she read.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

She leaned forward and whispered, “ ’Tis said, he did so so that she would be sure to secure a good marriage since she was a bastard born child and her mother was baseborn.” Alan snorted. “ ’Tis a well-known fact that Alexander never sired a daughter. He had no legitimate children and only one bastard son. Malcolm.” “He did sire a daughter. A daughter named Mary Stewart. And she’s just above stairs in her chamber,” Maddie insisted. “I’m telling you I saw the mark. I am not mistaken in this.” Edward remained silent as he mulled Maddie’s remarks and those of his brothers. He wasn’t entirely sure he believed any of this nonsense, but it would certainly explain why Duncan Cameron was so determin

I grab the books with my sticky notes on them and move them next to her so she can see the writing. “It isn’t common, but it has happened quite a bit throughout history. I found a few stories, a few highlights, but the book that answered all the questions ultimately, was this one. The one of your lineage.” “Our entire family history?” she asked surprised. “Yes, it lists names and dates. I cross referenced the names of the previous princess’s mates and found their titles and lineage in another book, one of the general kingdom lineage. It took some time, but as you know, there isn’t always a princess born every generation. Sometimes there are several generations of only boys. So it didn’t take

Each suite told a story of the monarch who had inhabited it—from the austere minimalism of King Marcus III to the lavish opulence of Queen Elara the Magnificent. "This was my great-grandmother's room," I said, opening a door to reveal a space that seemed frozen in time. Delicate furnishings in pale blue and silver, bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes, a writing desk positioned to capture the best light through tall windows. "She was a scholar before she was a queen. Wrote twelve volumes on Lycan history and ancient magic that are still considered definitive texts." Lola moved through the space with reverent steps, pausing to examine the titles on the bookshelves, the delicate silve

I rested Christian back into his crib, and when I turned around to face Naomi again she was holding a knife. "What are you doing? How did you even get in here?" I asked without any fear. "You're not the only one who knows about secret passages in this lousy, backstabbing castle. And I'm a master at picking locks." "Of course you are, but you're supposed to be in jail." She let out a sinister laughter. "My mother is the Queen of Scots. You really think she'll allow her daughter— her only child— to go to prison?" I heaved a sigh and slapped the knife from her hands. It slide underneath the bed out of her reach.

"What do the histories say about her?" He thought for a moment. "Not enough. Most records from that period are fragmentary. She appears briefly in the Lycan historical texts, described as the last queen of the original packs before the bloodline fractured into the modern Lycan and Werewolf split." He paused. "She's not portrayed heroically in most accounts." "Because she locked the door." "Because she chose containment over power. In Lycan historical tradition, that has never been the celebrated choice." His voice was neutral on it. Not agreeing, not dismissing. "She sealed something her people considered their birthright and died without explaining her full reasoning."

The one who visited me a little while ago. Blake looks at his son and Micky, and uncovers the information underneath the photo. “Aurora Redwood, the rogue who became the first queen 1210-1356”. - Goddess. – Alex says. The alpha opens the next page and reads it out loud. “This book was written in 1530, so that the story is not lost in time and tells several parts of the history of our species.

Maria said, jokingly. Uju didn't find it funny but she proceeded, partly reading from the book and partly using some of the memories about the event stored inside her head. "Ok! Well, for starters," she began, reading from the book, "Queen Elizabeth the first was the daughter of King Henry the eighth and Catherine of Aragon. Catherine of Aragon was married to his brother first but did not consummate the marriage and when he died she married Henry, thus giving him a daughter Mary also known as bloody Mary. Then, after a while, King Henry the eighth married Anne Boleyn the one who you said was already married to Lord Percy and she gave him a daughter called Elizabeth. The actual Queen Elizabet