Fictional Queen Of Arendelle Mga Nobela at Kwento

I have to drive twenty minutes down the road to the countryside to get to the Royal Family's castle upon the hilltop. Our village is actually named after the King's great great grandmother Aurora. Funny thing is the King is the ruler of the Vampires Clans and Werewolves Packs. He is a hybrid which would make sense. The Queen is full blooded witch so she's the ruler over the witch covens. Which also makes a lot of sense, well to me it does.

I felt a push on my lower back and I was engulfed in two arms. “I almost forgot you morons are married.” Her tone changed to a lot softer one. I looked at her awkwardly and waited for her to let go of me. It wasn’t like I despised her touch or anything, I was just not good at interacting with new people. And when she let go of me, my waist was seized by a huge arm that made me stumble to the side. “Meet Hazel, My Lady. Hazel, she is the third Queen of Arendiel and Veles and Theo’s mother,” Claus muttered from my side. His eyes softened looking at her majesty, as she swayed her hand in the air, dismissing the title he gave her.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

I asked and she nodded her head in agreement. “Ok first thing you’re going to do is erase my name and put Alida down instead. Let everyone know that you are the maid to the future Queen. Once you do that, people are going to start asking questions. How is she? Is she mean, nice? Blah blah blah. This is where your part is crucial. You make up things to tell them that would make it sound like I’m exactly like the King. That I’m exactly what he promised their future Queen would be like.” “But you’re not. You’re really nice. So much nicer than him at least.” She said.

Even as a teenager, I didn't know Carlisle's mother nor had I ever seen her. “Let me introduce myself to you gentlemen since you seem a bit too aloof. My name is Elinna Scarlett Evergreen, wife of the King Carlisle Evergreen, the Fourth, King of the Lycan Kingdom. Making me the Queen. My husband has come down with something very nasty and he has asked me to see to his affairs. Now that we have that out of the way, let's get into business or do you want to introduce yourselves too and turn this into a meet and greet?”

Rose immediately lowered her head and kissed Anna's tomato cheek "Sit here, Momma reads." Juna turned on the heating. The weather is so cold now, Rose sat on the sofa. Anna immediately lay on her mother's lap and listened to her mother tell stories to her. Anna is also a child who likes to read, not that she has read letters. But, if you look at the picture, Anna will draw with her imagination and talk to herself like reading. "One day at Arendele's work. The king and queen have two gorgeous daughters. Anna and Elsa."

"Enough. You canceled our trip, ruined our plans—I've forgiven all that. We won't mention severance payment anymore. See how good I am to you?" I pulled away. "Stop wasting time. Sign the papers. Let's end this cleanly." Mother urged him. "Show her the gift we bought her!" Father hurriedly brought a large package. "You've always wanted this diamond bracelet, right? Father even used his retirement money to buy it!" I glanced at it—even from across the room, I could tell it was fake. These crystals had no natural energy signature. "Father, you spent $50,000 on her genuine necklace. For me, you bought flea market trash? If you're going to lie, at least spend enough money to buy a decent fake. D

“Pretend I really don’t remember who you are, or who I am. Let’s say this entire bedroom is nothing more than a dream. Can you tell me where we are?” “Oh, I know how you like to play games, Adara, but this one is easy. We’re in the kingdom of Baddishere, just south of the city of Qumis. I know you might be confused. Our kingdom was once called Massa before your coronation and you renamed it as Baddishere because you said Massa sounded too much like master. You’re Queen Adara, daughter of the late King Astanizar and Queen Vashti. You’ve been the ruler of this kingdom for the past five years, and, if I may say, your rule has been nothing but spectacular.”

The word settles somewhere deep inside me. Soft. Unexpected. “I came to help you prepare,” she continues, stepping inside. “Prepare?” I ask. “There will be visitors tonight,” Viola adds gently. “It is a tradition that all the king’s wives are present.” 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.

Esmeralda's POV "Should I go back? No, I guess it's too late now." I contemplated. I tore the lower end of my gown as I walked further into the woods. I was running from Gustavo, the number one drug leader in Columbia, to whom I unfortunately married. I was running for my dear life but the safety of my boys weighed heavy on my heart.