Queen's Necklace Persona 5 Royal の小説・ストーリー

Something that looks almost like real surprise, tamped down quickly under a performance of wider concern. “I’ve been to the Imperial Palace,” she continues, voice dropping to the register of someone sharing necessary and reluctant information. “And that necklace—“ she points at my throat, “I’ve seen it before. It belongs to the future Queen.” A pause, perfectly measured. “Hades gave it to me once. A long time ago.” The courtyard goes completely silent. “Did you steal it?” The words land in the cold air and stay there.

Her Majesty the Queen put the necklace on her neck, together with her necklace with the same design, only that the gem in hers was somewhat obsidian- like. “NOFJODWDNW!” ‘NO! give it back! Give it back! Why are you even doing all this!?’ I struggled against my roped and bindings, groaning and trying to communicate even if my words were incoherent and muffled by the gag. Her Majesty the Queen grew annoyed and impatient of my action, she ordered one of the men to take off my gag, “Take off her gag. We might as well hear her communicate and all since she is going to die in the end.”

The party was still raging. Nyra could feel it—that heat. Someone was watching her. She turned. Ember. Tears in her eyes. Even Derek looked... soft. Almost like he cared. But Danae? She looked ready to shatter her own jaw. "Did you see the Luna Queen's necklace?" "Yeah. Princess Nyra bid on it herself. Real Luminous Stone. Only one in the kingdom." "The Luna Queen treats her like she's blood." Every word hit Danae like a silver needle.

She said. "Well we better make sure we do what we are supposed to, then." He said. He ran his hand along her shoulder and Pearl felt chills run through her. He moved his other hand along the opposite shoulder and did the same. He loosened the clasp and lowered the necklace down her neck, running it onto her chest and then lifting it over her head. It was the most erotic way possible to remove a necklace. "Thank you." Pearl said. "You're welcome. I'll put it away properly. It was my great grandmother's necklace. The Queen Victoria." He said, looking at it.

she uttered to Nero with a displeased look on her face, which made Nero frown. Anisia removed her necklace and then looked at Callum. “This belongs to my mother, Sir, so…handle it with care,” she said to Callum and tried to walk towards him. The guards tried to stop her but Callum signalled them to not stop her. She handed her necklace to Callum and stepped back, and witnessed Callum thoroughly staring down at her necklace. “Go and call Prince Nevan here,” Callum suddenly gave that order after scanning that necklace of hers because he understood this necklace was what had helped these humans enter their world, but how did she have this necklace?

"What do you want from me?" She smirked. "I'm Nineveh, Queen of all Fae Realm," she stated. Then she lifted a necklace in her hand that was glowing. I widened my eyes when I saw that it was the same necklace that I had used to come here— the same necklace that was my ticket out. The wish necklace. "We have a lot to chat about. You can begin by telling me how you got Vaella," she demanded while pointing at the necklace.

he says into my hair. I push back slightly, and he places the necklace around my throat. It takes him a few seconds to work the clasp. Then he drops his hand and using a finger presses the word QUEEN slightly into my flesh before handing me his necklace. I secure it, turn the clasp to the back, and press his KING into his flesh too. That's when I catch a multi-colored flash from the corner of my eye as the kitten jumps onto the bed then flies off. King doesn't miss it either. "Was that a cat?"

Shysie stepped into the hallway and compelled Phoebe, “Don’t try to run, obey every king and queen.” Phoebe grabbed her chest to feel for her shaman necklace, as her hymning was not working. “Looking for this?” Queen Lana asked, holding the necklace. Phoebe starts the hyming again, knowing it is close enough, and as long as nothing is between herself and the necklace, the hyming will still lift the compelling. Queen Lana put the necklace in the pockets of her fitted, short sleeve dress coat, but Phoebe had already managed to set herself free. ‘I just have to pretend for now,’ she willed herself, silently waiting for the next demand.

' I sat upright when I heard Raja's voice in mind. 'Where are you? I thought you already can come out physically?' 'I can't just stay out all the time, can I? Look at your necklace, my lady.' I touched my neck and looked down when I felt something thin all over it. It is a small dragon pendant with a little diamond at the center that has a glowing yellow orange stone that looks like a burning liquid… a lava. 'I don't remember having this necklace. Where did I got this?'

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.