Queen Aztec Princess Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

No matter what, Quincy was just too powerful. Quincy landed in front of Darryl. Her beautiful face was full of contempt. “Darryl, we meet again!” When she said that, Quincy tried her best to control her anger. Quincy was the Princess of South Cloud World and sister to the Empress. She was superior to everyone but the Empress. Quincy had experienced the world, but in the end, she lost to Darryl! Especially the Dragon Essence.

There was the smell of damp wood and brittle paper, the smell of something old and neglected, but underlined with something completely new – the smell of paint. Thus her eyes fell on a particularly vivid painting of Queen Lyra Beloved Leader and Protector of the Pack. Queen was shown seated on a landscape; her eyes were gentle and powerful, and her head adorned with a wreath made out of wildflowers. The eyes of Lady Asher glistened with a hint of happiness and desire as she gazed into the painting with just her eyes.

The little woman drew herself up to what must be her most impressive height. Maybe four-ten. “I am not a cook.” She sounded outraged by the idea. “That narrows down the chances of it being poisoned then.” Mia strolled over to the tray, lifting the salver to nod appreciatively. “You may leave, Fifi.” “I am Selena Hernanda-Fuendo, descended from an Aztec princess and Cortez—” “As you said. You’re still dismissed, your highness.” Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

In the drawing, only the queen's expression was sorrowful. Xavier pushed out another picture. This time, he had used crayons to sketch the queen in a pink dress holding her daughter's hand as they left the castle. But in this picture, the queen's face was bright with happiness. Elara then picked up the third drawing Xavier handed her. In this one, the queen and her daughter encountered another king. The king stood beside a young boy and was holding out a diamond ring, proposing to the queen.

A/N This is a bonus chapter for “Queen Of Ace” and probably the last part of this novel. Since I wanted to write a chapter related to Christmas, I came up with an idea to write a Christmas-themed chapter as the very ending. This is still related on Queen Of Ace and the characters are still the same. ~*~

She is holding a brush and paper. "Oh. Good work. Let me see – " the queen said and looked at the portrait that the princess drew. Their faces went pale when they saw Hail and Sybb in the portrait. They immediately looked away. "Ah. So the missing pair is..." she said and looked at them. "Is this the reason why you all went here?" she asked. They looked at her. "This is, right? To make me create some portraits of you - ehem, I mean, to ask me about the condition of your friend..." she said and looked away. Her face is red and she is drooling.

Aynyra paused her healing, "Are you sure?" "The men won't touch me anymore if I'm not pretty." Aynyra's face darkened, but she complied, healing the wound just enough so that it would still scar, but heal mostly on its own. "We have a long day ahead of us, but I can assure you, with me as Queen, such behaviour will never be tolerated by anybody in this kingdom, ever." Aynyra's face was still twisted with a scowl, but she allowed them to continue dressing her in her finest day gown. She needed to make an impression as future Queen, and the blood-red dress would acknowledge both her power and grief for the war and lost lives. A red Queen. A Princess of Death.

M O N G R E L 🌷 "The Princess of Elamite is not allowed to walk out there without her crown," Arianna's gaze zeroes in on the platinum crown in his hands. It had platinum swirls that formed into leaflets and flowers, that made out of the royal blue sapphires and diamonds. "But I've never worn it," asked Ana, still mesmerised at the sight of the crown.

"I am well. His Majesty is good to me. He has kept all your things. Even though he said many times in anger that he would throw them away, he did not. I know you will come back." I looked at the bedroom. It's like our old bedroom at Rodriguez Castle, only bigger. Amy took my hand. "Today is your first day here. I have prepared a queen's ceremony for you according to tradition." I saw Peacocks, cuckoos, and pomegranates embroidered on the sheets, and a lotus scepter beside the bed. I know these are the Queen's own designs, representing power and fertility. “Who told you to prepare these things?” Azariah said as she brought in a group of maids. “These are the sheets and scepters for the Queen'