Regina Your Highness Novels & Stories

"I could never fill the shoes of your daughter, your Majesty. I'm simply a maid and that's the only life I've known. your Majesty, please excuse me, but I'm not suited for the role." I trailed off, and a tense silence loitered in the room. Suddenly, a fire-red stiletto came into view, followed by another, which nearly matched the color of her dress. Queen Regina had approached and placed her pointer finger under my chin and motioned me to stand up. This time, her skin was percolating with heat, and the iciness from before subsided. "And, what if I'm not asking?" She leaned closer and tilted my chin delicately. The grin she had froze in place as she waited for me to speak.

Maria smiled. Regina thought about her mother, it’s been years and ever since her father’s death, they haven’t had a good mother-daughter quality time. In fact, the only time they get to stand together is usually at meetings and public gathering, to get good pictures for the world to see. Though with all that, Regina lives a very quiet, low-key life. She goes to school, church or the market without any drama, and has a very small cycle of friends, and there no record of any that she is close with. She is a gentle, less dramatic lady, one that thinks carefully before acting. But even with a low profile, she is envied by most girls in school, given her flawless skin and default classy personal

Now Sona understood her place in the family’s chain of command, below Magdalena and under her authority. “That’s the last thing I need, for whores like you to hurt me. If you ever dare to stand up to me again, I’ll rip your guts out,” Magdalena told her, and she would have done exactly that if Sona had not been submissive. Fortunately, Sarah did not witness the incident. In the end, the house was cleaned up as much as possible, although there was still a lot of work to do. They found workers who were supposed to begin repairing the house in a few days.

Growling in frustration, Sergio Vincelli stormed off to his office telling his new man how his daughter would be the death of him. "Isa, Isa, Isa" "Slow down, caro. Or you'll fall down" Regina climbed on one of the long chairs beside the kitchen island. For her age, she was taller than most kids and a few modeling agencies had shown their interest in her. But her papa would never let her anywhere near them. She was his beautiful, precious daughter. He'd told them working was beneath her. She was born to be pampered. "Guess what? I just saw the most handsome prince ever"

"You are not going to believe who one of those women was that we helped at the ball!" Harper's voice was wary."Who?" "Luna Regina. As in, the Regina Black. Alpha Sebastian's mother."Yvonne couldn't keep the triumphant thrill from her voice."It's been the talk of every country club and charity board for a week. She's been searching Denver for her ' angel in green' to extend her personal thanks. It's Cecilia, Harper. Our girl!" There was a pause on the line. "We... actually pieced that together yesterday," Harper admitted, her tone cautious. "But Cecilia doesn't want to step forward."

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

I definitely said the last part with a clenched jaw. “Oh “ the smile on her face was now quivering in between pressed lips. I totally ignored her reaction. “So as I was saying….since you would become the new Mrs Adams , you would need a stylist . Those paparazzis won’t let you rest with mistakes as the wrong clutch and heels” I smile at her. Boy I didn’t know I was evil… “Oh really…” her eye brows went up and her smile widened. “I like you Regina “ the words left her lips leaving me confused . I was definitely not expecting that . At least that explains why she has been trying to start a conversation with me since . The confused expression was definitely on my face.

Evangeline simply answered, her posture straight with her hands on top of her crossing legs. "I never peg you to be so studios, my Queen." Asher stifled a laugh. "Well, it is my mother's wish for me to graduate with a degree. I'm just honoring it as I am a filial noble daughter." Ahahahaha! Asher's laughter bounced along the court, and the crowd watched them in astonishment with jaws open. TuUuuttTT!!! "Well then, my Queen. The games about to start, aren't you going to give me a word of encouragement?"

Regina stood in the center of my new, gilded cage, her red hair looking like a splash of blood against the cream-colored walls. Her smile stayed fixed on her face. It was wide, bright, and entirely too much for a room that had rested within the walls of a mansion so utterly depressing. "You’re quieter than I expected," Regina said. She didn't take her eyes off me as she walked over to the velvet armchair near the balcony and dropped into it, crossing one long, silk-clad leg over the other. "Bane said you were a beautiful young lady but I must say he was greatly under exaggerating”

Our story begins in June of 1702 near the countryside of France. We start with Lord and Lady De Grace; the biggest know family in all of France. Their daughter had just turned eighteen at the beginning of the summer and it was time to begin her season. Men and boys alike would be presented as possible suitors. Lord Simon De Grace received word earlier in the week that King Francis himself would be presenting his son, Prince Louis. Just the other day, he got word that to find peace, Queen Anne of England was sending her son, Prince William. There were so many suitors already that had accepted the invitation for tonight's ball. Lord Simon was just relieved he wouldn't have to do the picking of