Clarence And Queen Novels & Stories

The large oak tree stood tall before her, catching sight of Alexander and Demetrius smiling on one sight as their happiness was doubled when they heard the news of becoming father, while Merlin stood with Elliot, Andrew and Sargent. As they come to a halt, turning around to face everyone, Ronald' s voice carried across the grounds, "I'd like to introduce to the world, The Goddess, Queen Inári Merlin Elamite- Venetia." Immediately, there were screams and cheers, her gaze flickering as she saw so many clapping with excitement. Ronald turned to her before he gave her one last hug, walking away down the line to join Katherine. Lifting her gaze, she could see the rays of the midday sun being shad

Clsnk! The cup shattered on the ground. Dev trembled as the sharp gaze pierced through her flesh. The Lord was benevolent enough to let them accompany Her Highness on the street however because of their negligence, she was force to recuperate back to her room. Xegris clawed his hair up as the veins popped on his forehead. His crimson eyes were brimming with fury. He was only away for a while but his wife suddenly collapsed! Who wouldn’t be mad at that? How stupid can this servants be?!

Again, Kent's image played in her head, causing her to clasp Danzel's hand tightly. From her throne as queen of the evening's program, Clarie repeatedly stole glances at Danzel, who was smiling happily with a girl. Clarie was sure that the girl was the vineyard worker who had been the topic of debate among her family members lately. The middle-aged woman had just cut her birthday cake and was about to feed it to her beloved husband. But her eyes, which kept leering at Danzel, made the cake not reach Albert's mouth but her husband's cheek, which instantly made the man's eyes round.

Not even once. “A few years after, actually,” Clara said. “But I suppose grief affects people in strange ways sometimes.” I thought about my own mother, about how her death had changed me. Made me quieter, more compliant to my father’s commands. A shell of my former self. Curious, I asked, “What was she like? The Queen?” “Queen Amelia? She was... regal. Very proper, very traditional.” “Did she and Isaac get along?” I asked. Clara hesitated. “They were... distant, I think. The Queen was closer to the other three princes. Prince Isaac spent more time with his father.”

Her body was slightly turned to the side, while her face was directed straight ahead, adorned with an elegant smile. Addison’s gaze moved downward and caught a name at the bottom. Claudia Crawford. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization hit her like a blow. She had seen pictures of Queen Claudia as a child. The memories were distant, but she could vaguely recall the image of the beautiful, mysterious, and tragic queen who had once been married to King Theodore.

Mr Anderson stood staring at his daughter proudly. “A king never births a coward. You've made me proud. Now we can handle the marriage alliance as soon as possible” Clair nods. “I will go see him today and you can come later”. The sun was out when Clair arrived at the lord's tent. As always, Kurt was outside with Nathan. She walked her way inside but abruptly stopped at the entrance. “I'm sorry Ms Anderson, you can't go in without the permission of the lord” a guard announced. “How dare you? How dare you stop your future queen?” she roared, slapping the guard hard across the face.

Before I could even comprehend who they were, the announcer already spoke and introduced Finn and Franklin Quinn, heirs to the Quinn fortune. I looked around the room waiting for someone to arrive but sadly, the person I was looking for was not here. I sighed before mingling with different people. Different business partners and investors came flocking over my side. As usual, condolences were the first thing they said to me but they were also replaced with welcomings and business talks which I prefer more. “Miss Clara of Revington House,” A baron introduced me in front of the King and Queen of the United Kingdom and their children. I bowed before them to show my respect.

Kael’s attention shifted fully to me. And stayed there. Long enough that I became aware of every inch of exposed skin. “The dress was Maren’s idea,” I said. “I know.” Of course, he did. His gaze lingered for a second before he looked away. “Walk with me.” I followed him through the palace corridors. Staff hurried past. Guards stood at positions that had been empty yesterday. The entire palace felt different. “Everyone seems nervous.” “They should be.” I looked at him. “That reassuring confidence of yours is becoming irritating.”

"If you open the vault right now and let the Prince have his pick, I will allow you to return to Clan Nightwood after the treaty is signed. However, you will only be an ordinary clan member. You won't have any of your old privileges as Chief Advisor. That's my final offer." His arrogant charity was so pathetic I nearly laughed aloud. Just then, Prince Archon, who had been observing from the back, let out a low, cold chuckle. "What an absolute joke." "Did you truly believe," he sneered, "that a pure-blooded descendant of the great Prince Valerius would care about a third-rate clan like Nightwood?" His words hit the crowd like a bomb. "A pure-blooded descendant of Prince Valerius? Who? Is he t

At the far end, seated on a raised dais, was the King. He was older than Clara had expected—grey-haired and weathered, but with eyes that were sharp and calculating. He watched them approach with an expression that revealed nothing. "Clara Quinn," he said as they reached the dais. "And Lady Morwen Ashvale. What a pleasure to finally meet you both." Clara curtsied, as she'd been taught. Morwen bowed, her movements graceful and precise. Seren, trailing behind them, managed something that was half-curtsey, half-bow.