Harry Potter Fanfiction Queen Elizabeth Ii นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she muttered, silly. Maia's POV: ”From your memory, this house used to be a prison, right, Ruby? The loneliest place in the world, according to you. Even though you had a complete family here.‘ 'But now... if you can, please feel how this house is starting to come alive. Even before your husband entered, I could smell the fragrance of happy hopes filling this house.’ ‘It might sound cruel. God, if I may ask, please let me, Maia Queen, continue this life until I die happily as Ruby Moon...’

Nine couldn't remember the last time she had seen her, considering she had stayed away from people ever since Lucas' disappearance, though one couldn't tell by looking at her. Her spirit was back, and if she was made of ice then, she was fully fortified by it now. Elizabeth's green eyes glared at Ora as she walked to them, "Leave." Ora's eyes widened a fraction. "Your Majesty—" "Did I stutter?" Nine could tell from the look on Ora's face that she was about to say something that would definitely put her into trouble and squeezed the female's hand. Ora turned to her, lips pressed into a thin line. Nine shook her head slightly before the other female turned to the Queen, bowing. "As Her Majesty

A little part of my hurting heart healed when I thought about the recent days. I should think about good things. At least, we were still together no matter how short this time might be. “ The Former Queen wants to meet you, Lady Amelia. ” Elizabeth said in a quiet voice. “ You must have told her about my stay in The King’s room. ” I whispered, shaking my head. Her grey skirt appeared in front of my lowered gaze, tempting me to look up. I frowned, meeting her stare.

The image formed in my mind without permission. Small hands. Wind in hair. Laughter. The Queen reached up slowly. She didn’t touch me at first. Her fingers hovered near my hair. “May I?” My breath caught. I nodded. Her fingers slid gently through the strands, smoothing them down. “You have my hair,” she murmured softly. I closed my eyes. Something inside me twisted. “I always wondered why I didn’t look like…” I trailed off. Like Aurora. Like John Snow. Like anyone. The Queen’s hand stilled.

"I have a hunch that you stole the Sceptre. But since I have no proof, I'm going to let that slide.... for now. You want to act all tough and fearless. That's fine by me. Maybe, just maybe, you're going to end up six feet below the ground sooner than I thought" the queen said and walked away. Hazel glared at the Queen's retreating figure even though, deep down she was worried.

I didn't care if she was in love with another man. " I think you should let her cool off. All this is hard for her," Harry reasoned. I inhaled, gritting my teeth. He was right. Elizabeth knew of mates, which could only mean that she was familiar with our world. " We have to talk then," I said. " I agree," Harry led us to the lounge. He went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. After serving us, he exhaled and gulped his drink, " So, you're her mate," he started.

"Your Majesty, we regret to tell you that the lying woman has been kicked out of the palace. She was pregnant before she met you. She deceived you. She does not deserve to be queen." "Shut the fuck up!" I couldn't help but utter obscenities. I shuddered to think what Elizabeth had been through while I was gone. From what I knew about these bad guys, they would burn an unmarried, pregnant woman to death once they found her. Has Elizabeth already been burned to death?

Elliot stepped forward, immediately getting the attention of the whole room. "A very good evening to everyone, I Elliot Elamite ask each and every one to give me your faith and I promise to deliver. Not just as a Prince but as a future Matriarch of our kind and of course I will not be alone in this," He looked behind him as he beckoned Olivia to step forward and take the place beside him, she looked angelic in her white strapless gown, thought Arianna. "Standing as my equal, my mate Olivia Harrington."

Hazel's heart flipped in panic but she quickly composed herself. "That thing you carry," the queen said pointing to Hazel's protruding stomach with disdain in her eyes, "just like you, does not belong here. It does not belong to Raglan and you know it!" Hazel's entire body went cold. She felt weak and her legs wobbled beneath her. Seeing her reaction, the queen of death let out a loud, evil laugh. "So you thought you would get away with it? You thought you could fool us? You may have been able to fool my son but you can never fool me!" The queen of death said as she walked closer to Hazel.

A small smile pulled at her lips as she whispered, “Thank you, Your Highness… Um… Your Highness?…” “Nathaniel, Kyria. Family remember…” Kyria blushes, lifting her hand and hooking some of her hair behind her ear even though it was still secured within the bun she had tied it in. She then hesitantly continues, “What about Elizabeth?” “She will be training to be my Queen.”