Queen Of My Heart Meaning Novels & Stories

Kaine says behind me. He places a hand upon my shoulder. “At least, now you know…” Kaine says. “How could she do that to me?” I murmur. “Don’t waste your tears for a woman who doesn’t see it.” “I was willing to make her my fucking queen! I have led armies, conquered lands, and faced countless enemies. My head has always been my guide but today…my heart betrays me.” I say, tightening a hand over my chest. I can feel my heart breaking, shattering into pieces I didn't know existed.

Her heart, ripped from her chest cavity, was missing. “Ev-The Dark Queen took it,” Amaya clarified when she saw my gaze resting where the heart should have been. “She needed the heart of a sacrifice to complete the-the-” Amaya’s voice shook, unable to complete the words. “To complete the possession of my mate’s body,” I ticked out. I closed my eyes, realizing we’d been fooled quite thoroughly.

Is that too much to ask? I slowly sat up, my body feeling weak, as if the very life had been drained out of me. My hand pressed against my chest, feeling the rapid thud of my heartbeat, as if my heart was trying to burst out of my ribcage. I couldn’t get the image of them bowing to me out of my head, their reverence as they called me their queen. Queen of what other tragedy? What the hell is that supposed to mean? The word "queen" stuck in my throat like a bitter pill. I was no queen, just a prisoner in a dungeon, a toy for Rune's sick games. Yet, the dream felt like it was trying to tell me something, trying to reveal something hidden deep within me. But what?

To disappear. But I didn’t. Because this… this was what I came here for. So I inhaled slowly and then stood from my chair. My knees trembled, but I held myself tall. “I know what it means,” I reply, quietly at first, but the words grow as I spoke. “I know that to love someone like your son… to stand beside him as queen… it requires more than devotion. It requires strength, humility, grace, and a willingness to bleed beside him and to fight for him.”

I will be useless once again and even thousands of times to be able to make my girl understand and understand and then remember about me again until finally my girl fulfills her promise, namely to become my bride and become my queen. King Jackob seemed to have his face lowered perfectly, I could clearly see that there were clear beads dripping from the corners of his eyes. Is he crying? How can a king who is so feared in the universe, a king who is so powerful and powerful in the universe, how can he cry just because of a woman? Really, I would never have thought how a woman could make a man's heart so weak like this? How great was that woman in King Jackob's heart, that this woman really be

She advised but when I was going to protest, she grabbed my hand. "I know what I mean, Etta !" She deadpanned, half-yelling my name, "You are both heart and the mind, that is who the queen has to be, and your King, the strength and the will." She stated, dragging herself up on the bed so she was seated.

he whispers, voice low and rich with pride and fierce possession. My heart stutters painfully, a thousand emotions colliding violently within me, fear, confusion, relief, and an odd sense of belonging that stings almost painfully sweet. Somehow, despite the wildness, despite the danger of this rogue territory, his words resonate deeply, echoing within the broken corners of my soul. Queen. He called me queen.

At the strike of the snow on the ground. The savior is reigning. From evil and pure, rises the queen. Blood wipes sin and the darkness is conquered. Light conquers dark All is within your heart and forever with you. The pure love of a mother. Everything is so confusing, I cannot understand what it all means. What had Evanna wanted to mean by all of that? I can't figure out why she had to say that all. Walking lazily around the fountain, a lot of thoughts streaming my mind. I care less about the coldness outside. I am helpless whenever I wrack my brain and come to a dead end.

Cupping my face, he spoke, "I'm sorry if anything I said displeased you. I didn't mean it. I'd never do anything intentionally to hurt you." "I- I'm not you queen," I mumbled, not knowing what to say. Placing a kiss on my forehead, he peered down into my soul. "You are. You can deny anything you want, you've the right to do it. But you don't have the right to deny this one thing. So get that into your beautiful head. YOU ARE MY QUEEN. My every fucking thing. My world." I let out a shaky breath as a fierce emotion slammed into my heart, making me breathless. His every word was like an arrow to my heart, breaking the bricks one by one of the wall I made around it all these years.