Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Is Knighted By The Queen Fanfiction

He's constantly the one who displays a genuine concern for my well-being. As he drew closer, I stood rooted to the spot, unable to turn away. I allowed him to wrap his arms around me, feeling his warmth against my skin. However, as I relaxed into his embrace, a sudden clap shattered the moment, causing me to jerk away from Kade's touch. Her eyes widened in amazement as she let out a breathless "Wow . . ." A rush of excitement fills me as I catch sight of her. It's Hermione. With a glint in her eye, she exclaimed, "A daring and powerful superhero!"

It is quite obvious that these past few days have changed her, but I have to remind her who I am so she can have the appropriate attitude toward me. I give her a box and tell her that inside is the first crown that I have worn when I became the queen of futanari. What I do not warn her is that crown is magic, it might look beautiful, filled with diamonds, but the trick to it is that whoever wears it has to be worthy of it, as it reads minds and does magic accordingly to the behavior and thinking of the one wearing it. I put it slowly on her head and tell her to wear it for the entire night, as she will have a surprise the next day.

"Our future alpha's been awfully cozy with that new witch. What was her name? Rita?" Nathan's spine went rigid. "We're friends." "Friends," Kai repeated, rolling the word like a rotten fruit. "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He dropped into an exaggerated curtsy. "Tell me, does she make you little love potions in those witch classes you suddenly signed up for?" Luke snorted, but Nathan saw the way his packmate's nostrils flared - testing the air for Nathan's reaction. The entire fence post splintered under his grip.

The man asked back as he stared fairly at Alexander, not leaving his boss’ gaze. Alexander felt his brow twitch in annoyance. “Damn it Knight! What kind of human have you chosen as your successor? He is much worse than you!” He thought of Knight as he cursed him to death. “I always introduce my new secretary to my family. I just want to make sure something.” Alexander explained and the man just nodded before he bowed down and turned his back on Alexander without even uttering a single word after he heard the man’s explanation.

“You're right. Forget the last part. I'm going to my room.” “Goodnight, sir.” “Before I go, I must ask you a question.” “Ask away, sir.” “Do you have kids?” “Well…I…I can't answer that.” “I've heard rumors.” “They are wrong. She's pregnant.” “Don't stay up to late.” “I won't, sir.” The knight slowly went up the stairs. His mind was spinning from the information he just heard. “Almost, Your Grace.” the sorcerer said. “I'm almost finished with the socks.” the king gave him a pair.

Returning to her seat, teacup now in hand, the Princess smiled a small smile that did not quite reach her eyes of red as she regarded him for a moment, “Now, may I know the name of the knight having tea with me?” . . . “You are the oldest of your House so that means you should be the one that Sir Edward is talking about, right?” the Queen demanded, hands on her hips, “...The one who is going to be knighted in a few years?” Stefan gave her a tight smile. “Yes, Your Majesty. Of course I am,” I didn't even know that Uncle was seriously going to let that brat become the next head of the household, instead of me... damn them all.

Says there is a lesser chance of getting betrayed by another council member if there are no more council members. incredible flawed logic, but I love the man anyway. Everyone is gathered in the courtyard, and they are all aware of what's going to happen today. Harry makes a show to attend at the last minute with a frown on his face to show how much he doesn't appreciate this. Yet he finds his way to me and settles down in the throne-like chair next to me. "Hi," I mutter to him, and he grumbles under his breath. “Hey.” After that, the ceremony commences. It's not really a big thing. We just call out the names for everyone to hear, and they step out of the crowd to be acknowledged.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

"King Alexander the First, Queen Lyra, and King-Consort Kieran, united in bond and purpose, crowned by ancient magic and the will of the people." The response is thunderous. Even Lord Harwick is on his feet applauding, and I see Lady Merrick dabbing at her eyes. The acceptance we've fought so hard to achieve finally feels real and lasting.

“That wasn’t defense. That was… that was something else. You nearly killed her.” Harry’s voice sliced through it like silk. “She finally showed them,” he said, stepping into the circle. His presence was magnetic and commanding. “She finally stopped pretending to be weak. This is what true power looks like.” His words lit a spark of pride in me. But Kael’s expression hardened. “You’re feeding her darkness,” Kael snapped. “She’s not your pawn, Harry.” Harry’s smile didn’t change. He looked at Kael with disdain. “No. She’s not a pawn. She’s a queen. And you’re too blind and too soft, to see it.”