The Queen Of Wishful Thinking の小説・ストーリー

I asked as I read through an email about the next gathering of royal spouses. “Air-iss-uh,” Trick answered from where he leaned on the doorframe. He wore dark blue fitted dress pants with a white button shirt and a vest that matched his pants. His dark hair hung over his eyes, begging for me to brush it back. “That’s what I thought,” I said, looking at him over the top of my laptop screen. “And there’s no werewolf queen right?” “Not for the current king,” he confirmed. “Andreas just turned twenty-one, though, so I imagine it will be sometime soon.”

The king replied still panting. He failed to understand the point that the queen was trying to make and he wish he did, but right now the most important thing that he needed to achieve was to get the bodies of the sleeping guards out of sight before someone walked into the throne room. But the Queen appeared not to be quite finished. "Didn't it occurs to you that she must have met a witch or witches in this city that might have thought her how to cast spells?" She asked raising an eyebrow. " Witches? In my city? That's nonsense.".

Hazel smiled, “Come on. I don’t think so. There are so many beautiful girls in the Kingdom. I don’t know what he saw in me.” “Hey. Don’t underestimate yourself. You are everything a man wants in his partner. You are not only beautiful but also kind, compassionate.” “Just look at you. Being a queen never stopped you from following your dreams, your ambitions. No queen in history started her own business but you also gave jobs to women and girls of the kingdom. You are working for young kids who became orphans at such young ages and you get their guardians checked often. You are not an ordinary person, Hazel”

She chuckled at her thoughts "I guess my brothers will start caring when I become the next queen of Avis" All she wants is to leave a happy comfortable life, not to hold some responsibility. She wants to travel, explore, and live somewhere no one will find her. As if her dad read her thoughts and wishes, he gave her nothing that was not far from her dream and that is becoming Prince George's wife.

I curiously asked her and sipped on my tea cup. She shrugged, the side of her lips raising. “Just nothing,” she said and sighed, looking at the hot tea liquid on her cup. “Or maybe I could not still like feel the responsibility about being the next head chief of the village. You know, I would like to make my father happy, especially my family.” “What is your dream?” “To become a queen!” “A queen?” I cackled. “Then marry a prince!” She shook her head indulgently. “No, that will be impossible. It seemed like Prince Ronald, the older prince, has already picked his ideal type of a queen.”

He can't articulate his thoughts, and his actions do not always embody his words. He joined her and faced the queen. He rested his head on the edge of the tub excavated for the pleasure of royalty. "You better explain to me what you were doing in the lake. You didn't go there to watch the moon, did you?" "W-well... the thing is... I've read a book about granting wishes," the queen replied with her eyes closed. "So, all of this inconvenience was made because of that book? Do you actually believe in book granting wishes? On top of all, you were hiding a book that mentioned magic?"

“Alright, calm down. I’m not going anywhere yet. There are still panties left to throw tonight if you’re good. I see that jar filling up already, so if you stick around for long enough to see me test this magic wand, I might just make your wish come true.” Winking at the camera, Queenie savoured the affection her chat showered her. Donations poured in, and the streamer laughed. That was more like it. With adequate motivation from them, it would be long before London had to worry about bills and rent.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

“She is. But as you can see, she can be disabled for a while—even forever—if the right information gets into the wrong hands. You have to learn to survive without her. Utilize your training with the Queen well. She might be a joke, but there’s a lot you can learn from her.” The queen, a joke? “You seem to know everyone and everything. Who are you? The goddess?” She barked that strange laughter of hers, shaking her head. “You have humor. That’s a great political gift.” I rolled my eyes in response. “I’m just a witch, little one.” That’s what she kept saying. Just a witch. Yet, she was damn all-knowing, and maybe all-powerful, if only a child of hers could recreate the Queen’s illusion over th

Jingfei whispered as she looked at the sales lady who immediately shifted her gaze to the other side of the room. While Jingfei continued examining the designs of each jewel. Nymphis and Lucien were left inside the other room while they waited for the jewelries she had customized. “What were your thoughts after hearing that she is getting married to your cousin?” Nymphis uttered as she sips on the caramel ice coffee she got from comet cafe. “She finally found her king and I wish and hope that Alexander will treat her not a queen but as his empress. Like I wish I could have done for her.”