Queen Naija Birth Chart Novels & Stories

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

Heavy. “What happened?” she asks. No greeting. No pretense. She already understands enough to fear the answer. I walk further into the room, my gaze briefly catching on the fabrics prepared. The colors chosen with care. The intricate patterns meant to celebrate joy. For a wedding. Kiana’s wedding. I look away. “He will help us,” I say. The Queen exhales softly, relief flickering across her face before she can stop it. “Then it is done,” she says. “We can continue preparations. The ceremony will remain unchanged.”

She wasn't my mother? A guard came in "we're ready" he lifted me by my arms and took me outside. There was a large crowd, with Bronte at the middle. Her executioner stood by her side. Thane took me to where she stood. "Who birthed her?" "A sister from the coven. Died during childbirth. The name given to you is Elpida" "Is there any other thing I should know?" She started humming and looked at her executioner "I'm ready"

Emperor Cyraeneus said, “Although we couldn’t get an explanation out of Queseon, this does not stop our plans for a wedding, King Raon, you are welcome to choose any one of the unmarried royal siblings as a son-in-law.” Queseon was laying on a cushion of seaweed. Mr Quay, the merman physician was examining the out of breath Queseon with a deep frown. Lowering his head, Mr Quay looked down at the prince and asked, “Prince Queseon, do you know the reason behind your condition?” Queseon looked at Mr Quay with complex emotions and asked in a whisper, “Can you not tell my father?” Mr Quay looked at the prince as he said, “I have a few ideas on how you made this possible but this is not something

They see their queen - a healthy, strong, decision-maker, freely cooperative not subordinate - and they were astonished to see such a beauty. Thus, they know the importance of having the right queen, not by blood or birth, but by who her spirit shows her to be, by her authentic self. Their queen is loving, empathic, clever, artistic, spiritual, practical, athletic, motherly and devoted to the service of others. She is honest, forgiving, compassionate, joyful and grateful. She is a humanitarian, an environmentalist and full of life. Their queen is a scientist, a writer, a philosopher and athlete. She is brave, giving and nurturing. She is all these things naturally. She wandered to the throne

Here Matteo pauses and looks up at me. "I want to see that book." I say, then I add "Where did you get it?" Matteo hands me the book and says "It was the diary of one of the queens. Queen Georgia. She became queen when she was 17 and died when she was 83." "Okay, Thank you." I say looking at the book, it does look very old, it could be that it came to from the queen he claims, I check some pages near the front, middle, and the back of the book, making sure that the ink looks the same on each page. I do not trust Matteo completely, but I do think this book is the real deal, so I turn to Maxwell and Ansel and tell them to kneel.

Rosas insisted. “But I am a woman, Rosas,” the Queen corrected. “The moment my son was born, my title as Queen was no more than just a mere label that held no power of command towards her people. The Elder, Simuno Apollo, knew about this rule in Kabinihan and took it for granted. My son cannot give absolute commands yet until he is 20 and so, Simuno Apollo will act as the temporary King until then,” she explained.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back the question that had been nagging at me since last night. “Tariq,” I began hesitantly, “last night, you said something about me being... a queen. What did you mean by that?” Tariq’s expression shifted, growing more serious. He cleared his throat, glancing at his mother before turning back to me. “Leah, there is something that you need to know. You are the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. A royal bloodline, in fact.” I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “What? No, that can’t be right. I’m... I’m an omega. My mother was an omega, and my father.....”

she said breathlessly, “please… just listen to me.” He said nothing. His jaw was tight, his gaze unreadable. Queen’s eyes fell to the floor. Her lips quivered. Then, with no further hesitation, she dropped to her knees right in front of him. Everyone gasped. The guards who were within sight exchanged stunned glances. Orlanda’s hand froze on Oswald’s chest. Nathan’s lips parted in surprise, his phone momentarily forgotten. Queen, the daughter of Wilberforce, the woman who once looked down on everyone, was now kneeling on the estate pavement, her palms clutched around the fabric of Oswald’s trouser leg.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when