Queen Of Tears Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The young witch asked her enchantress, snapping her out of her thoughts. The queen shook her head. “She clearly enjoys being on earth. Look how happy she is to have her mates even if they don't appreciate her enough. She looks in love. Should I really take that away from her by bringing her here?” Her eyes moistened with tears, they rolled down her cheeks and shined like crystals. The queen only ever shed a tear in the comfort of her bedroom, she always confided in Leila, her personal maid.

Getting up I was by her side in a flash, lowering myself on my knees I finally reached for her. Gently I removed her hands from her face, her skin so soothing to touch. A warmth swiveled its way inside of me as I wiped her tears. She watched me astonished. Threads of our bond wrapped themselves around us in reassurance. “Don’t cry, Selia. I am not here to reject you as nothing is your fault. I am here to make you my queen so no one will ever think of taking advantage of your innocence or hurting you.” My words didn't stop the streaming tears instead she threw herself in my arms and bawled. I securely caught her as our bond’s soothing threads tightly woved around us finding solace in each oth

Queen Nefeli asked and Calia fisted her hand. "He ignored as usual Queen of the Clouds, I don't think he's ready to see you" Calia said carefully and Queen Nefeli sighed. "Don't say not ready because you want to blow air to my injury when that won't actually heal it.. He doesn't want to see me at all" Queen Nefeli said feeling tears coming out of her eyes. "Queen of the Cloud, you're strong, pls don't cry, I'll keep trying for you" Calia promised and Queen Nefeli turned towards Calia at once grabbing her shoulders.

"You left." The words came out rough. The First Queen smiled sadly. "Yes." Silence. A thousand years of loss hung between them. The sanctuary held its breath. Then the First Queen reached out. Her hand passing gently against his cheek. Not quite touching. Yet somehow enough. "I had to." Tears appeared in Kael's eyes. He didn't look away. Neither did she. Lyra felt like she was witnessing the ending of a story that had begun thousands of years before she was born.

“Let the game begin. Just don’t cry when the board flips. I will prevail and take you back to our orchard, mummy.” A quick, hot tear run hastily down my face. I didn’t bother to wipe it. I let it be. The real queens have real feelings. That’s how they survived. The old queen stared back at me with the blind faith of carved ivory. I didn’t have the heart to tell her she was not in the game anymore. And me? I was tired to be a king pleaser.

She threw her head back in a mad laughter. “Impressive. Now you may quit your pretense.” “Pretense?” She shrugged off the Queen’s hands. “I am back. The earlier you accept me, the better for all of us. There is a purpose—” “I know those blue eyes!” The Queen snapped. “I have seen them before, right here in this room. I let you live on that day. If I had known that you had Xinora in you and that she would cause me the death of another daughter,” tears streamed down her cheeks, “I wouldn't have let it happen.” Then she took a step back. “But the past is in the past and we must look to the future.”

He shook my hand, letting it linger more than necessary, the burning gaze in his eyes equalled mine. “Auror… uhm… Doctor Rory…” The voice of the queen interrupted and we quickly separated, I turned to look at the woman, her face was wet with tears which I presumed were tears of joy and her eyes held a mistake of sadness, happiness and regret?...when she looked at me.

My body melted into the cushions, every knot and ache loosening under their touch. ‎The Queen, beside me, seemed equally relaxed. After a while, the maids left us, and another came in to fill the room with steam. It surrounded us like a gentle fog, making the space feel private and almost intimate. ‎ ‎We sat in silence for a while until I noticed the Queen’s face, her lashes wet, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. The tears evaporating almost immediately they left her eyes, the steam giving the perfect cover. ‎ ‎“My Queen,” I said softly, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

‘Return to us. Nothing. Just the same void that had greeted every attempt. I felt tears building behind my closed eyelids, the weight of two weeks' fear and exhaustion suddenly crushing me. A sob broke free, then another, my composure finally shattering after days of forced strength. "Please," I begged, clutching Theo's hand as tears streamed down my face. "Please don't leave me here alone. I can't do this without you. I can't be queen without my king. I can't be me without you."

When I wanted it most, you didn't give it to me. "What's the point of giving it to me now? Cedric, I can't forgive you. I can't lie to myself that I've forgiven you." Whenever she saw him, she thought of how he eagerly kissed another woman in the film and television series. "Sorry, it's over between us." She couldn't help but cover her face, tears silently streaming down. Big drops of tears rolled down from her fingertips. The tears resembled pearls. It was like she was a beautiful princess, captivated by someone but was faced with heartache and sorrow. Her tears transformed pearls as they cascaded from her eyes.