Long May She Reign Book Novels & Stories

“But you, on the other hand, are the first woman in the History of the Reignile Monarchical Succession pattern to sit on that Black and Scarlet Throne and lead the people without having a King beside her. And that’s what makes you better than the others.” Woah. “I’m really the first?“ I said, really puzzled by her revelation. “Yes. And you would know this if you had been taking your Bibliotheca studies seriously.” My mum said and I sensed a bit of scolding on the way. But then she let it go and continued speaking. “During your Reign, we have had the highest amount of Rogue rebellion activity than all other Alpha king's reigns combined.” “Really?” “Yes.” “W-Why?” I asked, confused.

I'll take care of it," She said. She would do anything to get revenge on Henry. She was done pretending to be kind to the family. It’s also tiring to be kind, I’m the real Nathalie. This is really me. The fun of feeling free. No one will dictate to me and you have the power to do, what you want to do. Steven was speechless. He drinks quietly. "And added. Your family and your business will recover. As long as I don't lose you. I'll give you everything Steven." Said the maiden. She still hugged the girl.

She announces, and the crowd around us goes insanely wild, clapping and applauding my rise to the throne, distracting me completely from my worries while I blush. "A few of you were worried if she is ready to take up the mantle at her age, but as you also know, my child is gifted with magic and knowledge far surpassing mine and that of our ancestors. And she will not be alone, as I will continue to guide her on the path of being the perfect ruler." She pauses for a moment, gesturing to the maid behind her. The maid steps forward with a thick book and a staff that has been passed down to every ruler that has ever been chosen to take over our people.

He replied and I nodded before glancing out of the chariot. “You wished for my presence?” I questioned them standing before all the members and King Vali who is already present. “We came into notice that there is a small moment near to the Kingdoms to Palmer regarding a woman starting her role as a ruler of the Kingdom which protects most of those places.” One member stated without beating round the bush. “Is it serious enough to be taken into notice and worry for it?” I asked them with a frown. “Every big moment starts from a small moment.” Another pointed out.

Remembering that he only knew about the breeding program, she bit her lower lip as she speculated about whether he’d even stay with her after he found out about the guards as well. She was disgusted with herself. How could she expect him to be at peace with her actions when she wasn’t at peace with them? She was a fighter. Hadn’t she just proved that? Yet, she didn’t fight off the guards. Night after night they came to her room and robbed her of her milk and her pride as they mounted her; back to back and often with cruel force. What if Rex found out? How could she explain to him why she just laid on the cot and succumbed to their torment instead of fighting them to the death when she di

There's an adage that goes, 'it's a bit easier to run a private family than a huge country,' and I agree. My name is Alice Windsor, and I am the future ruler of Bridgeton. My life revolves around the palace, following a set of rules and training. I had actually never been free. My father often reminds me that a queen has to embody twice the qualities an ordinary person has. Instead of going out, I spend my leisure time reading and practicing.

”Lydia? ”I have no idea, let’s continue reading,” she said and flipped the page. This one had the crown symbol on the bottom left corner. ”The embodiment of regal poise. The queen to rule over endless pain who shall meet her faith in the hands of trust. For no one creature is truly immortal, a balance must be made, a life for another or two on the hands of each other a balance will be restored, peace will be set free again.” ”Are they talking about-”

Though phrased as a question, his tone was clearly brimming with certainty, yet he still gentlemanly observed proper etiquette. “Mmm… I… I don’t know… down there… it’s so itchy…” She spoke anxiously and incoherently, her delicate, lovely face filled with helpless desire. Her legs crossed restlessly, rubbing against each other in an attempt to ease the intense desire burning in her most intimate place. That sense of emptiness surged ceaselessly from the depths of her flower, a sensation that even her intertwined legs and the confined space between them could not alleviate. She sobbed helplessly as desire burned through her jade-like, smooth, white body—sensual and wanton, yet innocent and lus

"I built the whole thing for you. The enraged king, flying down to die noble on my deck. And she picked it apart like it was a bad contract." "She reads them for a living," I said. "You put a crown on that one, St. James." Crowe turned the rum glass slowly, watching the amber tilt. "She's smarter than her daddy and colder than you. She'll own this whole coast in ten years. You know that, right? You know what you've got." "I know exactly what I've got."

Glass in hand, he watched the skyline until dawn bruised purple over the river. Somewhere in the opposite direction, Evelyn’s light still burned. Same hour. Same city. Entirely different gods to answer to. Evelyn’s POV By morning, the world had already chosen sides…markets opened, analysts speculated, and Evelyn’s image trended again: “Heiress Defiant Amid Audit Scandal.” She closed the article without reading. Margaret’s message blinked sweet and succinct: Proud doesn’t begin to cover it, darling. Remember, lions don’t fear the hunt…they are the hunt.