Black Butler Queen Victoria Novels & Stories

I stated ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Atharva's Point of View I know my method of forcing her to sign those papers was incorrect, but I don't care. I simply must have her at any cost. And I get what I want, such as marrying her today. But I will look after her because she is now my Queen. I'll do everything in my power not to make her cry again. I will bring her all the happiness she deserves and fulfill all of her desires. "Is this the same man who used to say he couldn't live with just one woman for the rest of his life?" Prem walked into my room carrying his Chota (small) package.

Her heart pounded, fear mingling with shock, disbelief, and an instinctive, raw survival urge she had buried for years. He leaned closer, voice low, dangerous, almost a whisper. “You see, Louise? This is what happens when I lose patience. This is what you bring out in me.” The house seemed to hold its breath with her, the shadows thickening, the floorboards groaning under the tension, as if the walls themselves had witnessed every cruel act before. She pressed herself further back, unwilling to fight, unwilling to make a sound that could provoke him further.

The same colors of black and gold greeted her. "Where the f--" Her words were cut short when the doors opened wide, revealing an unfamiliar man in his late 40's, the butler. His arms were by his sides and his look was stern. "Queen Emily." "Y-yes?" Running her hands through the tangled strands of her hair, she aimed on looking formal and proper now that she's surprised for being addressed as a 'Queen'.

“Liam no, don’t ” I raised a hand, forcing calm I didn’t feel. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.” Movement stirred in the shadows. And then she stepped out. Victoria. Her heels clicked against the concrete, her mouth curling into that venomous smile I had seen in nightmares. She was draped in black, elegant, almost royal, like she thought this war was her coronation. “Liam King,” she purred, spreading her arms as if she welcomed me home. “Finally. The mighty king walks into my cage.”

“I am really sorry my Queen. It will not happen again.” “Of course it will not.” Octavia turned her back on him. “Guards, you know what to do.” “No! No!” The guards grabbed him forcefully and dragged him out of the tower. “I am sorry my Queen. I will not do it again! I promise. Please!” His pleads were unheard by the Queen. She was ruthless and merciless. She was desperate to get out of the tower but she needed to look around first. She walked around the tower, searching for nothing in particular until something caught her sight. It was black and bat-like shaped.

My chest tightens slightly. A gathering. A public one. “There is also a particular way you must dress,” the Queen Mother says. Before I can respond, she holds something out to me. A gown. Black. Elegant. Simple, yet striking. The fabric catches the light as it moves, smooth and refined. “Here,” she says. “Wear this.” I take it carefully. “Thank you,” I say softly. Viola smiles then, stepping closer. “I also brought you something,” she says.

The moment she stepped foot into the northern castle’s greenhouse, she immediately saw the distress-looking queen, slouched down in her seat as she stared at her teacup. “Blessing’s to the empire’s moon, Queen Victoria.” Lilian curtsied in front of the queen. “Please have a seat, Lily.” Lilian heard the slightest tremble of her mistress’ voice. After she sat in front of the queen, she observed her first. Clad in her black-colored dress embroidered with golden threads, decorated with black jewels and black pearls up to the tip of her golden ringlets, Queen Victoria looked every bit of a queen with her crown atop her head. But despite that, her eyes were sunken and her mood was sullen so Lilia

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he