Queen Of Green Novels & Stories

she swung away from him prepared to run away when he ran to grab her cloak off the chair and he threw it across her shoulders, holding her to still her movements. “Let me go!” “Think about it, Mare. You have two choices the king or the prince. Who is most powerful?” She jerked off his touch with a grunt. Llod snapped his fingers and a servant came running. “Fetch Hegi. See that the queen is safely returned to the castle.” The queen?! She fought the urge to scream at him. His words tore the cloak of their friendship into ragged fragments. For him, she was merely a tool for their freedom. How she got it and why was not important.

Chapter 49 Reception, Cutting The Cake Shortly after Nerissa finished signing, Queen Chloris approached their table with a bright smile. She signs to Joe and Bryan, "Welcome to the family." Queen Chloris is adorned in a long, form-fitting green dress, similar in style to Queen Ametysta's attire. Joe and Bryan both sign their thanks with a nod.

Sure I had killed a lot of people, and I obviously hadn’t kept track record of it all. Could this be a revengeful person? “Who’s ‘she’?” I asked him. All he did was smirk, and move backward from me. He backed up against the wall and my sixth sense told me to be alert, so I stood up from the chair, and threw it across the room. “She is… the Green Queen.” As soon as he said that, something familiar flashed through my brain, and I closed my eyes to zero in on it, so I didn’t see when he pulled out a pill and swallowed it.

Marigold, with her Dark Warrior Wolf—the one power the Queen feared and craved in equal measure. The Queen’s nails scraped the desk, a hiss of satisfaction curling from her throat. “Fools. Stupid, arrogant fools. They snuffed out their jewel and left me with a weapon.” Now, that weapon had walked into her palace disguised as a spoiled princess, clinging to Gregor like fate had ordained it. But fate, the Queen believed, was hers to command. She removed the USB drive and slipped it back into her robe. Then, with slow, deliberate motions, she put the broadband USB that has its own internet connection then she began typing a message into an encrypted system few in the kingdom could even imagine

At nearly fifty years of age, her beautiful face was still capable of moving people. “Eden Callilarie greets the little sun of the Drachentia Kingdom, Your Majesty the Queen. May Lord Drachen blessed your day.” Eden, the only daughter of Marquees Callilarie, the Queen's older brother, was one of the three most beautiful women in the capital, alongside Fuschia. With her dark brown hair that flowed like honey and smooth unblemished skin. Her dress is a deep green that matched the color of the garden. The unique color dress and the design were so ingenious they would capture the eye of anyone.

Perfect slave position. On the throne in besides us, sat a couple. The lady had mahogany coloured skin tone. Her ears, neck, wrists, waist and legs had jewellery all over them— all of them delicate and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Her vivid green eyes popped out and they were focused on us. The man who sat beside her had a skin colour darker than her's, his long dreads were half tied at the back of his head and he too had green eyes. The couple were a sight to behold. 'That's King Ciro and Queen Rhapsody of Kingdom Krajini.' Nik mind linked me. 'The Kingdom with affinity with Earth.'

[Faye/Morgana] "Let our queen go," Queenie threatens firmly as she calmly pulls a long syringe from within a large white bag hanging across her chest. The syringe is full of a strange green fluid that glows a faint blue in the candlelight. "This is a concentrated dose of the toxin he breathed when opening the box of flowers I placed on your doorstep. I will put this in his IV if you do not stop," she grins toothily, giddy with power, "Right now."

he let out, his face filled with smiles. Robert nods as he manages to smile at the old king before him, "I will try my best," he replied. The King's wife, Queen Clara, who sat before her husband, stood up with smiles on her face. She wore a long green gown with sleeveless tunics that matched her green eyes. Her servants beautifully adorned Queen Clara's blonde hair placing a pink rose on it. She smiled beautifully, revealing her deep dimples, "It is a pleasure seeing you, Prince Robert," she acknowledged.

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.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"