El Siempre Reina Novels & Stories

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

She chooses dresses for both of them. Carefully. Thoughtfully. We return to the palace as the sun begins to set. The halls are quiet again. Familiar. Unchanging. But something feels different. As we walk inside A servant rushes toward us Pale Breathless “My king,” he says urgently. “Queen mother has collapsed.”

Elysia's monarchy is revered for their wisdom, fairness, and commitment to fostering peace and cooperation among nations. "Princess Isabella of Adernia," Prince Gabriel began, his voice carrying across the room, "allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations on your ascension to the throne. It is truly an honor to witness this momentous occasion and to meet the remarkable woman who will lead her kingdom with grace and strength."

The air froze the instant I uttered it. Even Lance, who was simply enjoying his food after a long battle, came to a standstill. Henry, on the other hand, appeared anxious as he rushed up beside Riel. Not to stop him, but to help him if a conflict ever breaks out. "I am Elia Royalise, the First Princess of the Elven Empire. Are you even worthy of my kneeling?" "In my opinion, only those with the strongest fist have the right to stand up and speak. You are the First Princess of the Elven Empire, but other than your beauty, I don't see anything exceptional about you."

He shook his head. Reina's book was about Queen Miuccia. It seemed like a sad story. It's the culture that twin heirs have only one mate. It depends on their mate. She would pick one and reject the second one. She was nothing but a foolish woman who couldn't see that Prince Cyril loved her… After Cyril, King Dastien was the most powerful king. "Then mom won't mind letting me read it." I beamed at it as I opened it. "Johnson Bidan," I murmured while reading the author's name. I think that there is only one writer in the Dark Realm.

And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween. She walked in like she owned the entire floor. A red suit with a sharp cut, red heels to go, and lipstick so bright it had to have been custom-made. She looked at me with narrowed eyes, then smiled slowly. "So you're him," she said. "I like your style. You'll do just fine." I gazed after her as she left in astonishment. She reminded me of. myself. The self I'd built for CreedX technologies. All sass, glitter, and walk-in-power vibes. Seeing her sashay away made my stomach churn oddly. As if I was grieving someone who was still breathing.

“Lady Valcor.” Seraphine dipped into a graceful curtsey. “It’s an honor to speak with you finally. The court has been eager to meet the woman who captured our king’s attention.” Elara felt the subtle edge beneath the compliment. “I didn’t realize I’d captured anything.” Seraphine’s smile widened slightly. “Oh, but you have. His Majesty rarely allows anyone close.” Elara folded her hands calmly. “I’m here to help the kingdom.” “Of course.” Seraphine stepped closer, lowering her voice. “But kingdoms are delicate things. Outsiders often misunderstand their balance.”

"Glad you could join us for dinner, my king. This is Lady Reina Jaafar, the third daughter of Chief Jaafar. She is the first candidate for the consort selection." "Veylor." Reina gave a very deep curtsey, hoping her bosom had been very much displayed. She forced herself to not look at Draekon's face, scared he might find it offensive. To her surprise, Draekon stood to his feet and turned towards her. "Please rise." He muttered, almost sounding cold. But he wasn't. When Reina eventually looked up at him, he was wearing a tight-lipped smile. It was the most basic of smiles, but it had her swooning.

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."

The great vampire king will marry a human girl; An indelible tale. Elsa accepted his bow with a humble smile with her chin up to look perfect next to Gabriel. However, she needed the training to become the perfect Royal Queen and she will talk to Gabriel about it. People judge a person on their status very quickly, so it didn’t matter if she became Reverie’s queen. There will be some people who talk evil behind her and the king. “Majesty, this way to our restroom,” Calhara king showed them the path before walking to welcome Jennifer and Carl, who was beyond pissed off.