Harry Potter Is Knighted By The Queen Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She flicks her hair backwards as she turns away from me, “You clearly do. I am a genius.” “Okay, I take back what I said.” “You can’t do anything, little one. You only got one chance to speak a word.” I frown, “I think you need to take English classes.” “What we need is to prove that the queen is evil and thankfully, she is not fully the queen yet.” “What?” She pulls me up my feet and I try to maintain my stance. “She isn’t fully mated to my brother and it takes time to fill in the paper work for a human to take that position. Almost everything that happened on the ceremony day was a show.”

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

After all, only the best and refined killers manage to graduate from the academy she did. She pulled her long, brown locks into a tight ponytail before bending down to put on her shoes. Her mask remaining to cover her face, keeping her identity hidden. Bella warmed herself up as she waited for her name to be called. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Give it up for our favorite fighter! Red!" The announcer's voice blasts through the speakers.

By the time you get my letter, he will be begging me to end his life. A gasp slipped through my lips at the revelation. My grip on the letter tightened. H-he had Matthew with him? To kill him? Licking my dry lips with a racing heart, I read the rest of the letter. 'Death is the only punishment if someone tries to hurt my queen. And he dared to touch you, ruin your childhood. How could I let him live?

The Queen waits patiently. Kiana smiles faintly. “I want everything to be perfect.” The Queen steps closer, reaching out to adjust a strand of Kiana’s hair where it falls softly along her shoulder. “It will be,” she says. There is certainty in her voice. Unshaken. And for a moment, Kiana believes it completely. Outside the chamber, footsteps echo faintly in the corridor. Faster than they should be. More urgent than they belong in a place like this. But inside, no one notices.

His face hardened. Their meeting continued casually yet meaningfully. "Okay, guys." Harry got up abruptly. "I have an appointment in the City Hall. I'll see you later." "The City Hall or to someone with a G?" Doris remarked, wrenching a sarcastic eyebrow. "You're such a mole, Doris!" Harry blushed. "We should definitely marry her off to some old geezer, Ryan," he commented. "Marry me off? Who said I want to get married?" Doris snapped.

And this young maid has been feeding it to the Queen for the past two months. “ Yes, your worship. I even added an extra teaspoon to it this morning. I must say she has gotten quite addicted to it, she even asks for it when I forget to make it” The girl replied and Meisi smirked. It must be because of the sweet taste of the licorice that the Queen was getting quite addicted to her own poison. Her foul mood subsided and she broke into a full smile. “ Well done, here is another part of your payment,” She said dropping a pouch full of golden hairpins at the slave girl who picked it up instantly and walked out of the room.

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

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.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.