Nothing Really Matters To Me Queen Lyrics Novels & Stories

Her cheerfulness. Her everything makes him attracted to her. " I was not thinking anything I was just refereeing something," Alexander said. Saying that he walks to bed while singing" I think my Queen we should rest early, My Queen . Lan had also honed to rest and I think we should also rest my queen. Tomorrow I have many works to do. And it's getting late".

Jonathan felt her calm voice tinged with a sense of melancholy. He grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes. Seeing her eyes, he knew she was not happy. “You are a daughter, a friend, a mother, a wife, and a Queen. You have to endure the heavy burden of having to do justice and protect the ones you love. If you become a pushover, the ones you love will get hurt. And they deserve worse than what you have in store for them.” He kissed her eyes slowly as he continued. “Your retaliation is much more forgiving and gentle than what they did to you in the first place. In your place, I would have made them suffer worse than what they had planned for you. Don’t think badly about yourself.”

“Beyond what you have ever been allowed to understand.” My fingers trembled slightly. “You simply have not awakened it.” The words echoed. Awakened. “I do not know how,” I admitted quietly. “You will learn,” she replied. That didn’t feel like an answer. It felt like something else. Something unfinished. I looked down again, my thoughts spinning. Nothing made sense. Nothing felt real. Before I could speak again, the Queen shifted slightly, her tone changing. “In this territory,” she said calmly, “you do not need to work.”

Just as I couldn’t believe mine. A sharp pain tightened in my chest. ‘Fuck this.’ I clenched my fists, jaw locking as I murmured under my breath, “I will get you out of there.” I could see she was deep in thought. After a moment, she turned back to the queen, who was now seated, and spoke again—her expression unreadable. The Queen studied her for a moment before responding. I focused on her lips, piecing the words together. *"Is that what you want?"*

when the weight of the world is on your shoulders? “I AM THE QUEEN!!!’’ I roared. “ I am the f****** Queen for crying out loud. I'm supposed to carry that burden with you. The weight of the world is also on my shoulders. and you keep pushing me away. you keep insisting on carrying all of this on your own. I am here for a reason aren’t I? I am Queen for a reason. I sit on the throne Beside You. I LEAD WITH YOU!’’ he stared up at me taken aback by my response. I couldn't see the sincerity behind his eyes. it was as if he wasn't there anymore. his gaze fell on me, his expression softened, he stepped forward. his fingers cupped my cheeks and he smiled.

“You lied to me Queen. You promised to save me, but you threw me in another prison. Why? What did I do to you?” Queen stopped pacing and whirled on her, face twisted. “You existed!” she spat. “That is all. You existed where you shouldn’t have. You made him soft. Weak. Useless! That man is mine, his family promised him to me. He is my future. And you…” Her gaze swept Orlanda up and down in disgust. “You are nothing but dirt under my heel. I can't even believe I'm bantering words with you over a man… my man,” she squealed.

She explained. " I am no Queen." I retorted. Things between me and Alex ain't that cool and even thought we are mates, that doesn't make me the Queen. Until he marks me, I am just his mate and since I don't see that happening anytime soon, we might as well drop the Queen stuff. " The moment you agreed to come here with your mate sealed your fate as the Queen of this kingdom. The Sooner you get that in your mind, the better for everyone." The lady said, a hint of finality in her voice.

I'm not your daughter The queen's face changed Queen: what are you saying Gladys? Is your daddy's death affecting you this much? I could see pain in her eyes Me: he's not my daddy and you're not my mommy either Her face changed again Queen : please Gladys, I don't have time for this drama. I have a lot on my plate Her voice was choking with tears Me: I'm not your biology daughter right? I asked her but she didn't look back Me: you said I lost my memory. But it's back now, I remember everything now

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

“No, it won’t pass to your children. If anything, once you mark each other, it ends. He’ll be whole. He’ll conceive, and your children will be fine.” The relief slammed into me like a wave. My chest loosened. I sagged back into the chair. “I should’ve just come to you,” I murmured. “All this time… I kept doubting.” “Indeed,” the Queen said, but her voice was light. “But I don’t hold it against you. You’re careful and wise. No one wants to be used, especially not when your own father still parades around with outdated laws and forces grown women to beg for marriage like it’s their only value.”