Nothing Really Matters To Me Queen Lyrics Novels & Stories

Grace stepped outside. Queen smiled weakly. “Here to tell me not to take him back?” Grace shook her head. “No.” That surprised her. Grace moved beside her. “I’m here to remind you who you are.” Queen looked away. “I’m not sure you do anymore.” Grace reached for her hand. “Then let me remind you.” Tears immediately filled Queen’s eyes. “You are kind.” “You are loyal.” “You are strong.” Queen laughed bitterly. “I don’t feel strong.”

“But this is prophecy.” I pulled my face away from his hand. “There is no project that could ever make any of this right.” He looked… sad. Almost and that scared me more than anything else. “One day,” he said, “you’ll remember who you truly are.” “Who I am doesn’t matter,” I replied. “Only what I do.” He looked at me, as if he was searching for something. Then he gave me the smallest nod. “Then do something, my queen,” he said sarcastically.

I say through gritted teeth, “you gain nothing by killing the Queen.” I try not to let the desperation show but it’s there, buried beneath every word. My eyes flick to my mother. She’s still smiling—still completely unafraid and it infuriates me. Because my mother, the Queen, is acting as if her life means nothing. Her mocking laughter only pushes Celestia further to the edge. “Let her kill me,” The Queen finally speaks calm, composed. “This is what I get,” she continues, louder now, addressing the entire room like we’re unwilling spectators in some twisted performance. “This is what I get for offering food and shelter to a good-for-nothing brat. For letting a worthless rogue live like a pri

Throne’s POV “You happy now?” my father snapped, voice sharp enough to slice through bone. “You drove your own wife away—for what? A younger whore?” “I said Elara wasn’t a whore!” I shouted back. “She was—she is—my true love!” “Oh, right. Your true love.” My father scoffed, then straightened and let out a long, disappointed breath. “Since when did my son become such a damn fool?” He turned, picked something off the sideboard, and dropped a thick folder onto the table with a heavy thud.

Only at this moment did I truly understand that a woman should pursue power above all else. The dinner began. Luke stood on the stage, delivering a passionate and hopeful speech before finally announcing loudly, "Now, let us all welcome the Queen of the Werewolves with the greatest respect!" "Your Majesty!" The crowd bowed in perfect unison, their voices echoing through the grand hall as they awaited my arrival. I wore an extravagant outfit. Its intricate embroidery and dazzling gemstones sparkled under the lights. On my head sat the unique crown of the Silverfang Pack. It was a symbol of power and honor.

“You may have reached a point in your life where nothing matters, but that doesn’t mean you can just wake up, fall in love, announce a claim on me, and expect to win me over.” With a flick of her finger, the door behind them exploded with a deafening boom. “I’m not something you can have just because you can’t control your lust, Ryker Wraithe,” she said, now standing barely an inch from him. “I am the Queen who chooses her king…” She paused for a moment, meeting his wolf’s eyes, and added, “and that king is not you.” Her voice rang out in the room, her white-golden aura flaring with power. Without another word, she turned and left.

~~ I need somebody to heal, I need somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold It's easy to say, but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbled all the pain So now the day bleeds into nightfall And you're not here to get me through it all. I let my guards down and you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. “ I love your voice, sounds so melodious” Queen mused walking into the kitchen to get some water “ Thank you but why are you still awake” Alexis asked

Was I not meant to be good? I looked into the queen's eyes, and her gaze was cold and unforgiving. It was as if she saw right through me, and knew my deepest fears and insecurities. But despite her intimidating presence, I refused to cower before her. "I don't believe that," I said firmly, trying to keep my voice from trembling. "I may not be perfect, but I refuse to believe that I was put on this earth to cause pain and chaos." The queen of doom raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my response. "You are a curious one," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But mark my words, child. You will come to realize that I speak the truth."

Only one Queen. And she was mine. She was all mine.

And yet, it seemed like the queen would never see me as anything more. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give the queen the satisfaction of witnessing my vulnerability. I had come so far, overcome countless obstacles, and I wouldn't let anyone, not even the queen, tear me down. "I may not meet your standards of a queen, but I have worked tirelessly to prove myself," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "I have shown loyalty, dedication, and a deep commitment to the well-being of this kingdom. I have sacrificed so much for Rueben and for the betterment of our people, and yet it feels like my efforts are constantly undermined."