He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

I reached for my dressing gown, deciding to forgo the towel, and braced myself for him to shout the order. He turned to Liv and shouted at her. “Go, girl, and shut the door behind you. Clear Queen Tova’s chambers.” I did a double take. I had never been called queen before and now the High King was calling me Queen? Was I being mocked? I looked at him and his eyes were dilated, and he had a look on his face, almost of anguish. I pulled my dressing gown on and tied the sash tight. “The chamber is empty. And I want to hear the truth.” He said, a small smile twisting his lips. I looked at him, calculating.

Just don't kill them. "Leave us." He commanded, and everyone left without uttering a word. I quickly stepped away from him, scared to be left alone, but he pulled me back, wrapping his arm around my waist. "Sire, I'm so sorry." I nervously whispered, tears still streaming down my face. "Call me with my name, starting today." He softly said. "But you're the King. I can't do that." "Yes, you can because you are my Queen." I bit my lower lips when he held my chin to make me look at him. And I was relieved when I saw a smile on his lips this time. I quickly dried my tears and returned his smile.

Every moment was precious, for he knew that if and when her memory returned, he wanted to cherish these memories forever. In the midst of his reverie, her voice gently brought him back to reality. "Those ladies from yesterday..." she began, curiosity lacing her words. "Why did they call me their queen?" "Because that's what you are," he stated truthfully. "You're a queen. You're my queen."

His smile only grew wid until I realized he had a dent in his left cheek. " I'm talking to you." I yelled. " What do you want from me?" "Bailey." My name was the first thing he pronounced. There was something about the way he called my name. " No one calls me by my name, except they've earned it. You, haven't. " He paused. " But since you're new to all this and I'm in a relatively good mood, I'll let it slide. You are my Queen after all." "Would you stop calling me that?" I barked. " I am not your Queen so stop calling me that."

Survival. He leaned in then, his lips hovering inches from mine, the scent of whiskey and his own potent musk filling my senses, clouding my thoughts. "Your father thought he was sending me a pawn," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, teasing, promising. "He underestimated you. He underestimated us. Now, we’ll show him what a queen can do." The words resonated in my chest, fueling the fire he'd kindled. A queen. Not a princess hidden away, not a bargaining chip. A queen, beside her king, or perhaps one who could stand alone if needed.

The fact he doesn’t wear a tie and open a few buttons of his shirt made him look more bewitching. I bashfully lowered my gaze and stopped in front of him, “How do I look?” I asked faintly. I slowly raised my gaze and met his affectionate one, looking at me with a smile. He brushed his fingers on the side of my face tenderly. “A queen. ‘My’ Queen.” My heart skipped a beat when he called me ‘My Queen’, it somehow gave me some eerie satisfaction. I mumbled a ‘thank you’ and smiled slyly. “Sounds perfect, don’t you think?” His fingers moved under my chin and lifted it, making me look at him.

“He’s not here.” “I don’t need him,” I said, surprised to realize it was true. He tilted his head. “That’s cute, you really believe that?” “I believe,” I said, voice steady, “that you should leave me alone.” His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, jaw tightening. “Selene,” he muttered. I almost laughed. “Of course,” I said. “The queen is calling.” He silenced the phone and looked back at me, eyes hard. “Why don't you move on? You’re becoming a liability.”

For the first time, he had a serious expression etched on his face and I glanced at Maya. "You want me to leave?" Her lips pouted as she faked being hurt and then smiled and began to walk out of the room. "I'll see you later, Selene." Immediately, the door shut, leaving us both In the room; I glanced at him to see his brows, and I tired together in confusion. "You let her call you by your name?" I nodded and he shook his head. "That's not good. No matter who it is, they're not supposed to call you by your name. You're not just anybody! You're the Queen!" He sat down on the only sofa in the room.

"The fuck are you blathering about, you wh*re?" I smirked. "Me? I am not the wh*re here. I am still the Queen, and you are still the wh*re. I mean, I didn't say it. HE DID." I pointed to Theo who growled at me, his face turning into an ugly shade of red. "Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" "What? He was the one who called you his wh*re, and me his Queen. What would he say to me now? It was his words."

He was my King and I was his Queen. ***