Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story の小説・ストーリー

she murmured, her voice soft but certain. “Yeah, love?” “If I stay over tomorrow, can we watch Queen Charlotte?” “Who’s that?” I asked, still twirling a braid between my fingers. “It’s a show on N*****x I haven’t watched yet.” I smirked. “Sure, love. Anything you want.” Then, without thinking twice, I bent down and kissed her lips. Her mouth was warm, soft, familiar in a way that made my chest tighten. It wasn’t rushed or heavy, just a slow, sweet press of lips. When I pulled back, she smiled, eyes fluttering shut.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

"You do not get to dictate my life. Charlotte is everything a man could ask for. You should be happy for me. At the very least, you should have pushed down your pride and got to know her before treating her like you did." She didn't blink. She just stared as if processing my words, making my anger rise with each passing second. "Where is she now, Damien?" The knowing look on my mother's face had my molars grinding together. "The Queen has been found, and Charlotte had to return to the capital for the coronation." "So, she left you when things got tough?" My mother hummed, and I stood from my seat, my palms pressing down on the table as the chair hit the floor behind me. She looked amused whi

"It's nice to meet both of you. I would really appreciate it if you give us some time to talk to you!" "Go ahead," said King Bartholomeo. "Your beauty is exceptional, Charlotte! It's no wonder that my son is captivated by your charisma!" "Father, Charlotte came from the land of Canopus, actually she is the youngest princess of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth. When their kingdom was colonized by King Abaddon, Stargazer helped her escape and told her to find her fated who would save their kingdom. Now, it turns out that her fated man is no other than me!"

Zoey hissed. “The ‘useless pig’ you call Charlotte isn’t anywhere near your level right now,” Robert fired back. “As fat as she is, she’s dating billionaires! Billionaires! Now she is entangled with the nephew of the Queen! I heard his father was a Duke, which makes him one, too.” A faint, prideful smile touched Mei’s lips. “I saw a blog post about her debut movie. I’ve never felt so proud.” “Yeah, and you know what would’ve been better? If it were Chloe and Zoey in her place. But they don’t have a single ounce of talent. That movie I wanted Zoey to act in with Mystery…It was a disaster!”

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

I quickly glanced behind me, but Elva was still fast asleep. Comforted by that, I gave Charlotte my full focus. “I don’t know the full story, of course, just bits and pieces,” Charlotte said. “But apparently Bridget and Prince Nicholas were practically inseparable as they grew up. They were constantly with each other. Sometimes Prince Julian tagged along.” She cleared her throat. She was holding something back. “Charlotte?” “The cook, she was here then. She said they often held hands. One day, when she caught Bridget alone, Bridget told the cook that she was going to marry Prince Nicholas someday. It charmed the whole staff then. Everyone wanted to pair them together.

Charlotte felt like she was getting advice on how to handle her own problems in her own love story. "I lied to his other lovers and told them he had asked me to marry him. When he found out, he was impressed with how bold I had acted to get his attention. Then he presented to me this emerald brooch that I wear," Beatrice stated. Her expression shifted into a smirk then. "I made him wait five years for an answer whether or not I would accept it and told him if I found him with another, I would leave before he could know about it." "So, what about the harem he has now?" Charlotte questioned and glanced back over her shoulder for a few seconds towards the path they had come down.

Behind all the firmness she tried to maintain, Hazel knew that tomorrow would be the beginning of something far heavier than just saving her mother. That morning came quickly. The sun had just risen in the eastern horizon, but Hazel had been awake for a long time. Her swollen eyes clearly showed lack of sleep, but there was no time to think about that. Today was her wedding day—a marriage not born of love, but a cold transaction she had agreed to the night before. Hazel stood in front of a large mirror reflecting her figure in a simple white dress. The dress was chosen directly by Theo's personal assistant, not her. No excessive lace, just a classic cut with an elegant silhouette.