The Man Who Lost Queen Novels & Stories

he added. "Don't blame yourself. That douchebag ensures that the marquises will fall short. One cannot win an impossible fight." "Where's the queen?" "Everyone died, and madame was missing. I went on the escape route, but only the dead body of her maid had found." The king had almost lost his hearing after finding out his queen was missing. He gritted his teeth as soon as the realization of his wife's whereabouts hit him. "She must be in the crown prince's cage."

“But at what cost?” The Queen laughed softly. “At every cost. I lost Theron. I lost Myra. I lost Zayn. I lost myself. But I kept her. Because without her…” Her voice broke. “I forgot why I ever fought at all.” Liora stepped forward. “You don’t have to stay broken. That’s not who we are.” The Queen’s gaze sharpened. “That’s who you are. I’m the one who couldn’t carry it. I had to cheat time just to breathe again.”

One moment I was holding her, and the next moment, someone snatched her away from me and at the same time punching me in the stomach. The man growled at me, his sharpened claws ready to kill. “You!” I remembered him. He was one of my warriors who always isolated himself from the group. I did not know he conspired with the woman. “Where is the queen?” Coughing, the woman stood with the help of the man. “She is dead.” She laughed. “You are too late, Your Majesty. You can no longer save her. She’s dead. Served you right. You do not know how to protect your women. You were given twice, but for the second time, you failed to protect her. Again.”

“Where is the king?” Carlos Sellim, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, asked when he came to Marcus’ office and found only his chief advisor sitting behind a desk and signing papers. “I don’t know.” Alli Wael, the king’s chief adviser, lied. He knew exactly where the king was, but there was no point in telling anyone. Marcus left about a week ago. After his rift with his father, he came straight into his study, turned it upside down, broke half the furniture, and left again. He wreaked havoc all over the castle before heading out of town. He only told Alli if he needed anything, he should kindly turn to his father, to whom he had just given back his cursed kingdom.

Damian tsks, “She was really very sad. Poor woman.” Why is he telling me this? How is this related to Mama? Why am I even still listening to his nonsense? He continues, “The lack of attention from him drove the queen into an affair. The one man who finally gave her just the tiniest bit of attention— she fell for him. Unfortunately, things weren't really going great for the queen because the one man she fell for was sent to the Irish Empire by the Italian Mafia as a spy. He was only there for a reason, and the stupid queen fell for it.” He starts laughing and this time around, his men join in. “Women can be so foolish you know. They mistake the littlest bit of attention for love. How pathetic

"She's alive?" The Queen looked at the photograph. "No." Then she looked toward the doorway. "But someone wants you to believe she is." A slow clap echoed through the vault. Everyone turned. A man stood in the doorway. Ava recognized him immediately. Her father's closest adviser. The man who had disappeared during the attack. He smiled. "You finally found the vault." The Queen raised her gun. "You." He smiled. "Hello, Isabella." Ava's heart pounded. "Who is he?"

Questions remained unanswered. Across Valdoria, few remembered Lana Marcone as she truly was. They remembered only the story that endured. The Queen who betrayed her King.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

“I should be the one to thank you, Talia. “You’ve shown me that happiness isn’t something displayed in a shop window with a price tag. It’s not about competing with others. “It’s in every meal you make, every family painting Teddie scribbles, every smile Joy makes in her sleep… It’s you, making every day feel like home I want to come back to.” His words brought me to tears. It was true that we had once lost our way in love before. Once, he had given his heart to a woman, obsessed with the distant glamor and not the quiet light next to her. I, too, had kept my feelings to myself for far too long, thinking I could just stay in the shadows.

“Liar.” I shoved past him, fury rising like heat. “You don’t get to use memories as weapons.” He caught my wrist—not hard, just enough to make me stop. “Then stop making them hurt.” “Let go.” He did. But not before whispering, “You can burn my empire to the ground, Amara. Just remember—I built yours first.” I turned to face him, chest tight, heart pounding. “Then you should’ve built it stronger.” His mouth curved, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “There she is. My queen.”