Divorced, But Queen Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

I came to understand that the grass isn't greener on the other side after all. "Do you think Cyril is aware of this new development? Or perhaps his grandmother orchestrated the plan for her selfish reasons?" Kate asked me. "How am I supposed to know? Who cares anyway? They should go to hell for all I care." I frowned. "Make me understand. That wasn't the reaction I expected from you. What are you going to do about this? Surely, you're not going to fold your arms, are you?" Kate indulged me. “I am considering getting a divorce from this illusion called marriage. I don't have to continue like this.,” I proclaimed.

“I’m no one’s! I’m not a piece of property you can claim!” My dad softens, his tone apologetic but firm. “Queenie, you know I didn’t mean it like that. But let’s be honest—you’re married to King.” “Because he wouldn’t divorce me!” she yells, her voice cracking with frustration. Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Is that what you want?” I shout, my voice trembling with anger and desperation. “You want me to sign? To divorce you? Just say it, and I will.”

I asked him, looking into his eyes. “Don't look at me like that. I didn't cheat on her. I said I wanted to break free from the rules of the world. I wanted to unite all nations and build a great kingdom free from war and poverty. She agreed with my idea and wanted to work with me on the project.” “Does she know you have a wife?” I asked him directly. The king was silent for a moment. “I said I have divorced the Queen.” He really is a liar. If my sister knew he was still married, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him!

She stated and I immediately shook my head. “I loved you in my own way and why not? You made me feel alive, literally, and I would have been more bound to you if I was with you and there was no separation. You said you wanted to make the marriage work when we married again and I too wish we could, but it would have been cruel for you.” I explained and she frowned. “What do you mean?” She asked. “The kingdom accepts the queen who is the same religion. So, the whole kingdom would have forced me to have a second wife. So, I accepted for divorce because I know it is cruel to make you face such situation.” I explained and she immediately stood up.

“She’s the King’s candidate and deserves to know,” “I deserve to know what?” I asked immediately. “About Queen Vendra. She was the former Queen,” she said making her other partner sigh. “Okay… and where is she now?” I inquired immediately. “The Queen was annulled after a discovery of her being mental,” Anna added. “Because of this, she is currently locked up in a mental facility, for treatment,” she added. “After the Queen lost her son she became a shadow of herself. The King gave in to the pressure from other ranks, making her step down for treatment. Since then, he ruled alone. The whispers say it’s been like this for centuries. Thus, no one expected him to choose another,”

ELINNA “Gomez, I don't think I can do this. Just tell them that the King can't see them right now. What do I know about the present situation? I can't go there and embarrass myself. I mean, what do you want me to say? Give them a yes or no verdict? What if they don't listen to me? I'll look like a fool. I can't take that risk. Besides, the only time they've ever seen me was at the wedding. And they probably know about the divorce. I don't think they will want to hear anything from me. The wedding is obviously invalid. What will-” “My Queen!” I hadn't even realized that I had been shouting until I heard that. The car was finally silent and I just sat there, staring at the road. I was not the

"Here in Deira, a divorced queen has to live in isolation for the rest of her life. You don't want that, do you?" "I never mentioned a divorce. I just got married a few days ago, why would I get a divorce?" She shrugged and continued walking. "You should also try to make your marriage work. If you two keep going like this, you won't have a child and that'll prove fatal for you." "Why?" Isabelle was curious.

My mother could never find it within her to leave him, after decades of marriage, I'd find it hard to leave too. "You don't have to stay with him mom, you can leave him and Chris and I will look after you, you know, that right?" I hear her sniff, she's crying, 'I know Henry but I'm doing this for you," "You don't have to mom; I don't care about this stupid monarchy and I can look after you with or without the throne." 'I have to go; we'll talk soon, okay?' I sigh, "Okay mom, I love you."

I glanced at the Queen, whose face remained impassive. "So you used me," Mora continued. "Gave me access. Made me your personal potionmaker. Let me tend to him knowing full well it would make her jealous. Knowing it would drive a wedge between them." She tilted her head. "You wanted that divorce finalized, didn't you?" The Queen's silence was damning. I felt something crack inside my chest. "Divorce?" I said, the word foreign on my tongue. "Rebecca and I... we were going to divorce?"