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“Ah… no… no… ahhhhh…” The dual stimulation of her flower and clitoris made it impossible for her to control herself as she shook her head; her jet-black hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders, a sight so alluring it could make one’s nose bleed. She tried desperately to escape this maddening pleasure, but to no avail. All she could do was let out a series of soft, lustful moans as she was carried to the pinnacle of ecstasy and reached climax.

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.

"Are you rebelling against me?" I blinked, then sighed dramatically. "Who would dare rebel against the great daughter of the Morreti family…the wife of Alexandria 1?" Her expression didn't change,but I continued anyway. "The terror of boardrooms, the woman capable of reducing grown men to tears." The corner of her mouth moved. "The most beautiful woman in London." Now she was fighting a smile. "The Queen of Queens." Finally, she broke, and a small smile appeared, exactly the smile I'd been aiming for.

The woman didn’t move, didn’t flinch. “What truths?” Mira demanded. “If you know something about Kael—” The woman’s eyes darkened. “I know everything about Kael. I was the first queen. The one before you. The one he left for dead.” The forest fell silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Mira swallowed, stunned. “That’s not possible.” “Isn’t it?” the woman whispered. “Do you even know how long your king has ruled? Do you understand what he is, truly?”

She commenced enjoining her hands together in a clap, “I admire that you think your emotional and mind games can work on me, Zoraida. Since your other daughter is blind... you need a replacement which is me, isn’t it? Aren’t you ashamed? When would you ever learn?” In total confidence, the Queen walked over where her daughter spat. She folded her hands, displaying her tattoos and black paint which was embedded on her nails vividly. “Idiot.” The Queen spat. “You should be grateful I’m given you this spot finally. Do you have any idea of how many people are dying to be this? Have this power? Do you, huh?!”

Pointing her hand to the direction Darrell was standing. "Mom this is Darrell, he was been chased by firebirds so I rescued him and brought him here," Pontius replied. "Good day, ma'am," Darrell greeted politely and moved forward a bit. "Good day son," The queen replied with a smile on her face. The queen had a silver blue fin, with sparkling white scales, her eyes were green in colour, her white hair was long enough to cover her bosom. She was also holding a golden trident in her right hand.

Now they blue haired, tanned skin beauty were sitting on her throne, pondering about her country plaguing troubles. Queen Aqeesha Eloesa the 10th is a wise ruler, under her leadership, her country were still standing despite the unrelenting assault of the sea monster, and she wanted for it to be kept that way and continues to survived. But reality has always been a bitch, Right now in these month the sea monster attacked has been increasing again and again, just this morning they have been attacked for 3 hours and the situations were dire. “Great Mother…Duchess Kolarova Qonn, has arrived..”. (Castle attendant)

She held my arm. “I mean it when I say you’re better than all the other previous Queens— including me. Want to know why?” I nodded slowly. “Well, other Queens had their Kings beside them— they had their husbands make them Queens.” She said. “But you, on the other hand, are the first woman in the History of the Reignile Monarchical Succession pattern to sit on that Black and Scarlet Throne and lead the people without having a King beside her. And that’s what makes you better than the others.”

"I built the whole thing for you. The enraged king, flying down to die noble on my deck. And she picked it apart like it was a bad contract." "She reads them for a living," I said. "You put a crown on that one, St. James." Crowe turned the rum glass slowly, watching the amber tilt. "She's smarter than her daddy and colder than you. She'll own this whole coast in ten years. You know that, right? You know what you've got." "I know exactly what I've got."

“Well, you’re the ones directly connected to the gods. Shouldn’t you have gifts as well?” The priest chuckled, looking down at his hands. “We’re merely the messengers of the gods, Your Highness. We are the ones educated with the rituals; the monarchs are the extension of the gods themselves.” “So… if the ones meant to sit on the throne have gifts, what is aunt’s?” Katie asked. The priest stroked his chin. “This is only a suspicion, but Queen Victoria may have quite the talent for spells. Queen Isabelle was the fiercest warrior queen Aelysia had known. Well, she was the first Queen to rule, anyway but her combat abilities were excellent.”