The Queen's Justice Novels & Stories

For the first time, I thought—maybe the queen was a badass. The courthouse was old, gray, and hauntingly quiet. Justin held my hand tight as we walked in. The judge was already seated, a middle-aged man in black robes with round glasses perched on the edge of his nose. It was ironic—he was waiting for the queen. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

“I am not weak.” “Yes, your majesty,” Justice wheezes. “My apologies.” I let Justice go and stand up to look out over the kings and Alphas. I tower over all of them, even the other Lycans. Strange how I never noticed before. “The queen has been fighting this war by my side since it started. She’s been keeping you safe, whether you know about it or not. Drummond does--” I look at the Alpha who enthusiastically nods – “this shit ends now.”

ANONYMOUS The dark haired lady knelt before the queen, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. The queen stared down at her, her lips curled in a sneer. “You good for nothing, worthless human being! You can never do anything right. You almost ratted out all our asses because of your incompetence!” “I’m sorry, my queen. Please temper justice with mercy.” The lady sobbed. The queen looked away from her, focusing her attention on the able bodied men who stood guard at the building’s entrance.

Determined to see Lord Arcturus held accountable for his actions, he lent his full support to the court's investigation, providing whatever resources were necessary to uncover the truth. As the evidence mounted against Lord Arcturus, his once formidable reputation crumbled before the weight of the accusations. The court, fueled by the quest for justice and the desire to bring closure to the grieving king, pushed forward with unwavering determination. The kingdom of Adernia stood on the precipice of a historic trial—one that would not only determine Lord Arcturus's fate but also deliver justice for Queen Emilia. The courtroom buzzed with anticipation as the final pieces of evidence were prese

Was I wrong? A bit reckless, she said mildly. But not wrong. The Queen needed to understand that there are consequences to actions. Besides, she is a ruler first, and rulers don’t bleed in public unless they must. She will do what she must to keep her throne. Which, conveniently, includes giving you justice. And if she doesn’t? The most unpredictable thing on earth were humans. What if she decides to be stubborn? To throw me into the dungeons? To damn the consequences? Then we go to war properly. But not yet. Wait. Watch. I am with you, after all. Fear not.

He’s just as nervous to see this as I am. I see memory me falling to my knees in shock, mouthing “I didn’t.” The Queen storms forward. “My daughter is blind!” she cries. “Her sight! She says you’re the cause.” “I didn’t,” I whisper again. But I feel Keith’s rage and desperation. His certainty that I’m innocent. His knowledge that nothing he says will change the Queen’s mind. “I’ll investigate,” he offers, bowing. “There must be more to this—” “You will bring her to justice,” the Queen snaps. “Or I will.”

Now, only Widow Queen Emilia Clarke and I remained, sipping a delicate, unfamiliar wine the Lone Star court called ‘Crimson Heart. I watched her. She had been strong during our talks—articulate about the failures of the previous monarchy, passionate about the need for fairness, and intellectually engaged when I outlined the new structure of the Department of Justice. She had fully accepted the necessity of my presence. The Queen agreed with my policies; now she only needed to agree to my person.

Even when they all knew what was favorable and what was unfair, still no judgment could be upheld without having an ethical proceeding on the typical case. "I realize mother." Atarah asserted dishearted and even the queen was aware that Atarah didn't relish it. "We shall embark with our next case." Queen ordered and another man strode inside the courtroom but this time, Atarah was in no disposition to give attention to whatever he would say. She knew her mother won't let her say anything else on the law structure. She was still the Queen and it was her duty to procure justice. She let Atarah handle the one case because she needed to test her and now she could not let her do it anymore.

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

That night, when I lay in my bed with Jasmine curled beside me, I heard again Camellia’s words in my mind: “If Thompson sees the essence, he will die within seven days. And the seat must not be left vacant.” I held those words like a stone in my heart, heavy and unyielding. The fate of the pack balanced on the return of one man. And all I could do was wait. “How long will I wait for justice to be served?”