Novel & Cerita Marta De La Reina

I offered a comforting smile and nodded my head towards the bed. We sat down and began talking. Her name was Bethanie and she was born into this life. Her mother was the head maid around this place and took care of the King. She was assigned to the warriors until I came along. She’s never been outside this place. The only way she gets to “experience” the outside world is through books.

It felt like I had just come back to life, finding myself scrubbing the corners of the bath floor, the dark grey marble smooth to touch, my mouth parted slightly from my half daze. “What is it?” Menah asked from the other end, wiping down the large stone sink, the mirror on the wall reflecting the focus of her furrowed red brows as she bent over her work. “That..” I searched for a breath. “That woman. The royal.” I paused as She nodded in understanding. “Who is she?” Who Who. Who? “That was Lady Lystra.” Menah stared atcme through the mirror, her gaze apologetic. “She is the Queen of Montegard. Wife of our very own king.”

It is with great regret that I must announce, Her Royal Highness, Queen Kari Marit Doyle, the Queen of all Queens and our mother, has taken her last breath and has joined our father in the land of the moon Goddess. The end

Marcela nods and takes the briefcase, setting it aside on the floor. "By dawn, everything will be on the networks." "I trust that will happen." Maite gets up and leaves a bill under her cup before silently leaving, just as she arrived, unseen by anyone. Marcela sits for a few more minutes while sending some text messages to her friend who works at one of the most read newspapers in the A****n, then she also leaves to get everything ready and pick up Amber from the club. (...) At Grimlore Mansion, Marta, Jarl's mother, sits in the grand hall with a whiskey glass in hand, her feet on the sofa, while a young maid massages her shoulders.

That is all I can do for him, and I do it, and I move on. The kitchen woman first. She is sitting up in bed, awake, watching me approach with the wide eyes of someone who has been told the queen is coming and has decided that means this day is going to be extraordinary in some direction and is not sure which. She is twenty-three. Her name is Marta. Senna told me that on the way here. "Marta," I say. "I am going to try something. You may feel warm. Tell me if anything hurts." She nods. She is trying very hard not to look terrified. She is not succeeding, but I respect the effort.

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

"Yes, she will. I've seen her drunk before, the only thing that changes is her temper. She's still coherent and she'll still remember everything tomorrow." I look back at Lyzaria. She is staring at a tiny tiara in one hand while hugging the bottle with her other. I swallow hard when I realize the crown is too small for her to have ever worn while she was queen. "You know what the saddest word is?" I glance sideways at my mate then back at Zari. "What?" "Almost," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I almost got there in time . . . he almost made it . . . she almost got the chance to start her life . . . we were almost happy. Almost."

The waiters also took care of me and gave me a glass of wine just to make me relax while waiting for my companion. After a minute of waiting, the entrance door opened then I saw a fine lady. She walked towards my direction gracefully. She had a sweet smile. She's tall, looks simple but yet elegant. She's indeed beautiful with her red dress which suits her porcelain skin. I was stunned! Yes, I admitted it. She looked like one of the Goddesses of Mount Olympus in Greek Mythology. She was more gorgeous than before but nah! I was still not interested. I already have the most precious gem of my life which is my angel. The one and only, Angela.

Lianne was at the greenhouse the next day when Malerna began to express her excitement on the coming ball of the Regaleria Mansion. Apparently, King Garlow decided to host a ball in welcome of his son back to the Regaleria Kingdom, but surely, for the princess, it wasn’t the only reason.

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.