Romans & histoires Queen Of The Ring

He reached for it, almost afraid it would vanish if he hesitated. It clicked open with a soft pop, revealing two rings nestled like twin secrets against deep indigo silk. One was unmistakably the legendary engagement ring of Queen Zenobia a perfect oval red diamond formed from the blood of the first dragon, embraced by twin dragons wrought in platinum, their tails intertwining to form the band. The other, simpler yet equally striking, was Prince Richard’s, a signet of the same red diamond encircled by the intertwined royal crests of Alynthia and Asterin.

I internally roll my eyes, but Serena races forward, grabs the jewelry catalog, and starts flicking through the pages. "How big is Kimberly's shiny rock? Mine needs to be bigger because I'm Luna Queen". He just smiles and points at the numbers. "Hers is two carats, so pick a bigger number". Serena is instantly flicking through the book to find the biggest number she can. I try to slow her down. "We don't need the biggest ring". "He is a billionaire Alpha King, and we are Luna Queen. We need a big ring, or everyone else will question why we got a little rock".

And that's how, we met for the entire week at midnights and broke the rules a couple of times. Looks like my blood runs thick in my daughter's. [FLASHBACK ENDS...] Ravine's breathing was accelerated as she brings her hand back to herself. It was the ring of the first queen of Eulandia. The first female emperor of the state who was the most beautiful woman she's ever seen on the portrait. "Why...?" She asks her lover, on the other side. "Because you're the most energetic, enthusiastic, enigmatic businesswoman I've ever seen. This ring reminded me of your fierce line of profession... I hope you love it." He says.

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

Her knees became weak, but I caught her before she could fall. "Stand my Queen. Stand by my side and never show them weakness." I spoke with all my aura and she demanded her wobbly legs to straighten. Thousands of wolves stared at the stage in aw of the immense power and love that radiated from our Queen. Elena composed herself, slowly releasing from my tight grip. She faced the crowd and held her head high. I snaked my arm around her waist, gently laying my hand on her side. The King and Queen joined Elena to her right, then Damien, Nate, and Chris stood to her left along side me.

Hundreds of people were kneeling. And beside me stood a man. The First King. But he looked different. Younger. Human. He was holding my hand. No. Not my hand. Her hand. The first Queen's. I watched the memory unfold. The Queen wore the black crown. The First King placed a silver ring on her finger. “I will protect you.” She smiled. “And I will protect our daughters.” Our daughters. My heart skipped. Then the memory changed. The First King stood over four cradles.

The birth certificate burned in her hand, edges curling as she dropped the ashes into the wind. Luca joined her, silent for once. “You should be furious,” she said. “I am.” “And you still stand beside me?” He looked at her. “You’re still Amara. Still the queen I bled for. And now… you’re more.” She turned toward him. He reached into his pocket and handed her a ring. It wasn’t elegant. It was carved iron — the Moretti insignia twisted with something new. Her sigil. The Queen of Ruin.

She looked down at him—this dangerous, complicated man who knelt before her covered in their enemies' blood, offering her his mother's ring and his whole world. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes?" "Yes, I choose you. Yes, I'll rule beside you. Yes, I'll be your queen." He slipped the ring onto her finger, and it fit perfectly. Like it had been made for her. "Now get up," she said softly. "Queens don't kneel for anyone. But their kings don't kneel to anyone either." He stood and pulled her into his arms, spinning her around in the blood-stained study while sirens wailed in the distance.

her reflection sneered, “The most important is to get rid of that omega who stole the man that you love, right?” “You know how to get rid of Jeremiah?” Theresa intrigued; slowly her fear was gone from her heart. “Of course I can…” her reflection leaned closer and rested its head on one of its arms. Even the queen herself did not do something similar. “Do you need my help to get rid of Jeremiah?” “Yes, I want him dead right away!” she answered it sternly. “Then, close your eyes, my beautiful Queen,” her reflection ordered. Theresa closed her eyes and when she opened it, she could see she already wore a black rune ring on her ring finger. “What is this ring?”

Lisa walked over and sat down, noting that one of the servants offered Mira a chair out of earshot but still in the shade. “Apologies for the dramatic entrance.” The High Queen said quietly once the servants had withdrawn. “I have to put on a good show for the common people.” The Queen had a heart shaped face, with dark eyes that seemed to sparkle and apart from her dress and crown everything else about her appeared to understated, except for the massive sparkling ruby ring she wore on her wedding finger. She must have been in her 40s but she looked young, she looked still youthful like middle age was only just catching up with her.