Marta De La Reina Novels & Stories

A blue dress stood with her head bowed. "His majesty has requested your presence at the dinner hall." It was dinner time already. I took in my attire a blue sleeveless dress with sandals. I followed her into the hall. The table was full. I recognised a few faces. The rest of the table looked at me as I sat down. A few murmured as I sat down on the seat at the right hand of the king. The king banged his hands on the table and silence fell. "I want to officially introduce you all to my mate, Esmeralda" this was his first time saying my name. I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Your queen" and that was when all hell broke loose.

I choked out, "to Joseph." "Selena," Marta said, her eyes filled with a gentle warmth, "you must understand, this is the best way." She stepped closer, taking my shaking hands in hers. "You are no longer a pawn in a game of debts and power. You will be the Queen of the Rossi Family, with all the protection and privileges that come with it." I pulled away, my eyes searching hers. "But Marta," I whispered, "I've never had a boyfriend, never been kissed. How can I marry a man I barely know? How could he ever be happy with me as his wife? I have nothing to offer him."

“My power is not of this place. I will wait here. You must go alone, Xian’na.” I tightened my grip on Marina. Alone. The word echoed with an ancient fear, but I pushed it down. I was no longer the girl who crumbled. I was the Queen. I stepped forward, the air around the archway feeling heavy, almost reluctant to let me pass. As I crossed the invisible boundary, the air grew noticeably drier. It wasn't just a lack of humidity; it was an active draining, a thirsty pull on every ounce of moisture. Marina, who had been quiet, suddenly whimpered.

Gone. "Sienna? What's wrong?" Dante saw her face. The shock. The grief. "What happened?" "It's Marta. She. She died. Tonight. In her sleep. She's gone." As they celebrate Isabella's homecoming, Sienna receives devastating news: Marta (Isabela's mother and Leo's grandmother) has died peacefully in her sleep.

Here Matteo pauses and looks up at me. "I want to see that book." I say, then I add "Where did you get it?" Matteo hands me the book and says "It was the diary of one of the queens. Queen Georgia. She became queen when she was 17 and died when she was 83." "Okay, Thank you." I say looking at the book, it does look very old, it could be that it came to from the queen he claims, I check some pages near the front, middle, and the back of the book, making sure that the ink looks the same on each page. I do not trust Matteo completely, but I do think this book is the real deal, so I turn to Maxwell and Ansel and tell them to kneel.

The last thing she wanted was to meet her mate, or to think that she had one in the first place. “Let us return to the kingdom. I do not think we can accomplish this mission.” She said as she stood up and the other looked at her in surprise. This is the first time she has surrendered so quickly. “Are you crazy? The queen said that we should not return unless we have the girl with that energy with us.” Marta felt extremely angry, in addition to the fear that was controlling her in a terrifying way, to the point that she was afraid to meet her mate again, and she was not ready for that, so all she wanted to do was leave this place as quickly as possible.

"That's Dante Moretti, isn't it? What is he King of?" Maria's gaze flickered to Amara, and for a fleeting moment, a spark of fear, raw and unguarded, entered her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder again, then back at Amara, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "He is Il Re di Napoli, Signorina. The King of Naples. And beyond." She picked up an empty water glass, her fingers trembling slightly. "His word… it is law."

They all stop when they got to the castle halls. “This is the royalty hall. This is where the previous kings and queens’ portrait are hanged,” the woman ask “Who are you?” Isolde ask “I am Queen Maren,” the woman said “Where is Queen Maria?” Daniel ask “My grandmother is dead long ago,” Queen Maren said “Dead?” Daniel ask “Yes,” Queen Maren said “How are we going to ask now if she is dead?” Arthur said “My grandmother has been dead for over a century now. She gave birth to a baby girl named Elaine and that is my mother who gave birth to me,” Queen Maren said

her daughter whispered from behind. The queen clicked her tongue, and angrily, went over to take a seat. Chasina and Czar did same, taking seats that were distant from each other. "I am ready to listen, Czar," the queen voiced. Czar got ready to start talking, but the entrance of someone else interrupted them and turned heads at the door. It was another lady coming in - Martella. That was Hagar's second daughter, the one who was a seer. "I told you, mother, didn't I? I told you the prince would come today to seek forgiveness," she said with a cocky grin as she walked towards the table.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”