Novel & Cerita Queen 33

The Queen beamed. "My dear, let me introduce you to Yen, Keela, and Cherry." She gestured towards the three maids behind her. Yen is a petite girl with red hair. She looks about 25. Keela looks about 30 yrs old. She has medium length black hair. As for Cherry, she's probably the eldest with her brown hair streaked with gray and some wrinkles of aging on her face. I nodded at them in greeting. "Hey." They smiled and did a little bow in respect. From what I learned from Ace, they do that as a sign of respect for a royal. The Queen smiled at me. "Good. Now that the introduction is over. I guess it's time for us to get back to work."

{ Georgette } Queen Elena Blues is unstoppable and vicious. She didn't give a shit about the council’s disapproval of her actions. She didn't give a shit about the THREE fucking warnings they gave her. And she didn't even give a shit about being arrested. She's still telling her Alpha to keep the war going. Poor Alpha Dean is between a rock and a hard place, so I don’t blame him for following his Queen’s instructions. I just feel bad for him.

Fiona asked, eyeing me with concern. I forced myself to swallow the lump in my throat. "Drop the 'my queen,' Fiona. Just Quinn is fine." She hesitated, lips pressing together like she wanted to argue, but she let it go. I inhaled and asked, "Let’s say a queen doesn’t get pregnant after those three days. What happens to her?"

I ordered. "That won't be possible, The Queen demands your presence"

ll you, Understood? George: Yes my queen, I'd like for that to happen Queen Victoria: Good! Go get your boys ready! George: As you wish, Your Majesty To be CONTINUED Make sure you like and comment please ❤❤❤

Me:: Hmmmm I would have really loved to but I know its impossible, you know if I stocked to my ex I won't have discovered you, so you see, Queen:: So you're still searching for someone more than me, I can see you want to die johnny. Me:: my dear something must kill a man oh. please dress up before my bro comes and meet you this way, he can come in at any time from now. Queen went into the shower, I went to my wardrobe and brought out 15000$ so she can have it when she is done.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

Her heart beat loud against her ribs. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered. “You are waking up.” “That’s not… that’s not an answer.” The Queen huffed a quiet laugh, a sound like kindling catching. “It’s the only one you’re ready to hear,” she said. “The rest would break you before he ever had the chance.” The Queen’s gaze drifted over Adelaide’s shoulder, toward the distant horizon, where three points of light had begun to rise. One was molten gold. One was a darker, reddish-coloured glow. The third was stark white, bright enough to hurt.

“Sharen, I’m going to go take a look at the villages, see how the land lies.” “Umm—” “You go on working as before. We’ll sort out the unpaid taxes and the other stuff.” I was staring at my nails pensively. Who’s the treasurer? The queen’s older brother... Poor queen; black really wasn’t her color. Dressed in black, she looked like a crow sitting on a fence. Too bad she was going to wear it again. It was the color of mourning, after all. **

Carlos’s response was quick, but his tone was breathless, as if he had been running for a long time. Draven clenched his fists, his fangs elongating in frustration. This can’t be happening. "Fuck!" he snarled aloud, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. Where are you? Where do you think she could be? Draven pushed harder, his voice now a low growl. We’re in the Black Market, my king. Someone here claims they saw the Queen passing through earlier. She was with a young woman—long, dark hair. They were purchasing rare flowers...