Novel & Cerita The Queen Of Wishful Thinking

“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.”

I am a Queen! I am a Queen of two kingdoms whose names are enough to make anyone tremble with fear. I am a Queen who had done nothing but what everyone asked me to do. I fulfilled everyone’s wishes without giving those any second thought. I am a Queen who got blamed for the things about which I don’t even have a minimal idea. I am blamed because there is nothing else they can do other than that. I am a Queen who wishes at present to go back being a princess as my life is going to be taken away by the person who is none other than my Father in a few seconds just because I am a Queen.

I insist. “Well no,” he admits. “So how do you know that she isn’t there?” I raise an eyebrow in question. “Why are you so certain that she is?” his face is becoming red. “Because I know Queenie Lakeshore. If there is ANYTHING she wouldn’t want to miss, it is a good party and the chance to be admired. A town that has endless festivals sounds exactly like her kind of place. Add to that the allure of traveling nobles and other wealthy wanderers--there is no way she can resist that. Once an influencer, always an influencer. She’s going to be looking for potential allies for whatever plan she and Mab are brewing.”

Apparently, she didn't like her meddling with the people they call 'Affected. "What's wrong with having a little protection while I sleep?" Wisteria asked and whisked her strawberry blond hair in annoyed smugness. Her husband, Svenn, King of Dimensia, watched her with selfish, foolish admiration. Everything she does, may it be bad or good, her husband will always support her. Bryna, the thirty-year-old woman, slammed a hand on top of the table. "You… are… the … Queen." She growled out the words.

As long as their little princess was happy, what was there to object to? The days ahead were still long.

Then I straightened my jacket, picked up my phone, and walked out of th e office to get back to work. Because queens don’t wait for the right moment. They build it.

“Have I ever complained about my responsibilities? Have I failed in any way? Have I brought harm to any of the kingdoms?” “No, Your Majesty. But she is going to be your wife. And you are not any ordinary man, you are the King. And as long as she is married to you, she would be the queen, we just wanted to help.” The first elder muttered. My fingers ran through my hair, letting out an exhausted breath. My eyes shut, “Her dream is to own a restaurant, not rule a fucking kingdom with thousands of packs and millions of subjects. If we are discussing being queen, it should have been from me!”

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

“And you shouldn’t have to. You’re not here to decipher whether he loves me or he loves me not.” She eyed me with more interest. “And you are debating that? Now?” I shrugged self-deprecatingly. “Apparently I am not immune to fairy tales.” I said slowly. She laughed softly, shoulders shaking beneath her black polo neck that hugged her like a second skin. She shifted the gun in her lap, slipping the magazine into place. “Ah well, if you are going to fantasize about anyone, your husband is always a good choice.” I smiled ruefully. “That almost sounded like a joke. Congratulations Nat.”