La Reine Margot Novel Novels & Stories

I said, and she closed her eyes with relief. “I know you probably don't want to answer the next question," she murmured, holding my hand, “but Nikolay, I have to ask. I need to know," she stared at me intently. “Who is Margot? What happened to her?” “She's not someone important enough to even mention, Margaret," I told her seriously, so much so that she recoiled from my touch on her cheek. I withdrew it, feeling heaps of sad memories clouding my mind. Damn it, this was bad, I had to get Margaret out of the office and out of my sight right now.

He advanced towards Margot and looked deeply at her. "What exactly is your problem with those brown wolves? From what I saw you were flirting with them earlier," Gautier was irritated by Margot's attitude. "That's none of your concern." Margot looked away. Obviously, that made Gautier suspicious. Margot's words and deeds were inversely proportional and he wanted to know the truth. "Tell the truth. We all need to know it, apart from the reason for the werewolf race to triumph again. It doesn't make sense that a witch would have the sincerity to help a werewolf for free."

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

he replied. She smiled, she liked him already. “Anyways, I’m a regular here … I’ve never seen you here before … so you’re like my guest,” he continued. Cocky, she thought, but most intriguing and extremely good-looking. “Thank you … I was just passing by, this place looked inviting and quiet enough unlike most places on the weekends.” He sat back and smiled, his cool stare made her nervous. “Must be my lucky day,” he said. That statement was the assurance she needed to move forward with her plans. She extended her hand, “I’m Margot.” Her eyes twinkled, admiring the face she will be in bed with before the day ends.

Her behavior felt like outright rebellion. Margarette finally spoke. “I didn’t tell them anything.” “Then why was my mother talking about having a child? And how did she know Regina was back?” I stared at her coldly. Margarette’s response shocked me. She answered boldly, her tone defiant. “Isn’t it obvious to everyone that we’ve been married for three years and still haven’t had a child? And as for Regina, do you really think your mother and grandmother would have any other source besides me? Seriously? What do I gain from telling them anything?” Her voice was quick and angry.

Soon, the explosives were destroyed. Margot was captured. I was eager to find Henry. “Who exactly is Margot?” Henry shuddered and lowered his gaze to avoid my eyes. “She’s… a maid at the Duke’s mansion.” My eyes flashed. “You once said she had the grace of a goddess. She knows how to do business but can’t keep up with accounts?! Now, it seems she can even make explosives, too! Tell me the truth! Who is she really?”

But I am calmer about it. That is, until I step back out into my main chamber and nearly leap out of my skin to find Margot lounging across my bed, eating my chocolates and sipping a glass of wine to which she clearly helped herself. She glances up at me from a pamphlet she’s brought, smirking. “Queenies need to learn to lock their doories!” I lean back against the wall, panting a little as my shock fades. “Margot!” She laughs, shaking her head at me. “You’re lucky it was me. I could have been some fell assassin! Or –“

Obviously the conversation would have to come up at some point but for the moment it was the last thing I had to worry about. "And that is about it to say about her." I concluded "Already?" Margot exclaimed almost as if I hadn't been talking enough about Adrianna For some unknown reason she had a lot of interest with Adrianna. Not in a weird psychotic way obviously but in an admiring way. "She is a little evil but I love her with all my heart and soul." "It is quite rare to witness unconditional love especially if it is described through words but you did a great job." She smiled after finishing her sentence

"This one's yours." The bed on the far left had fresh linens and a small chest at its foot. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Margot crossed her arms. "The other girls... they won't like you." "Why not?" "Because you serve the King directly. Because you're new. Because you're pretty." She shrugged. "Take your pick." Great. Just what I needed. More enemies. "I'll manage." "I'm sure you will." Margot's expression softened slightly. "A word of advice, girl. Keep your head down. Do your work. Don't make waves. The Lycan King has a temper, and when he's displeased..."

“This turned out even more exciting than I had imagined.” “Exciting?” Magnolia repeated. “Was killing my son exciting, you bastard?” Her flames were sent flying toward him, but they died out right before they could touch him. Magnolia frowned. She tried to burn him from within, like she had done with Baron Cross’ men on the hill, but that failed as well. Fred’s grin widened. “I told you, Duchess, this is unnecessary.” Magnolia’s face twisted. “So, you are a Gottanlich, I think this will be a nice surprise to His Majesty,” he said.