The Queen's Restraint Full Story Novels & Stories

And me… caught between them. One step closer and Adrian would kiss me. One step forward and the king might stop him. And somewhere above us— The Queen Mother was watching the entire scene unfold. Waiting to see which one of us would make the first mistake.

Her eyes wide, Freya fought against the hold of the male on her but it didn’t budge in the least. “Be still.” The male hissed in her ear but she saw no reason to. She crushed her boots into his feet and the action startled him enough that he loosened his hold on her. She used the minuscule opportunity to break out of his grip and she ran for Zeldaurus. There was a smooth curse behind her and before she could reach him, there was a strong grip around her arm and she was being restrained once again. “What is this?” The queen asked, looking between them. “Have you broken your oath to me in every way?”

He landed in the space directly in front of the queen. Everyone screamed and ran to get out of the way. Everyone except Queen Rebecca and her eunterage. They all stayed perfectly still. She never flinched and he didn't move a muscle. Queen Rebecca and Mister were locked in a death stare and there was no stopping it. Caine moved to intervene, but the queen put her hand up to stop him. Caine backed down as he was told, but only out of respect for Queen Rebecca, but he still stayed on the ready.

The queen was tucked into a hospital bed when she awoke. She heard various monitoring devices emitting crisp sounds beside her. Although the queen felt fine, she was uneasy. After all, she had lost control of the situation. She yelled, “Fred? Fred!” She thought no one would respond, but Fred soon appeared before her. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?” “Let me out!” she snapped. With a faint smile, Fred said, “Oh, I can’t, Your Majesty. We’re continuing with the experiment the day after tomorrow. You can’t leave now.”

She commended and my ego bloomed. "Today...we'll first learn about the rules and laws guarding the queenship of Euphoris" she added. I nodded. Manuel sat on a seat afar just staring. That's not normal is it?? Duchess Tetrazzini bought out a large enormous hardcover book and droppes it on the table. She flipped the pages neatly and cleared her throat. "First and most important...a queen must not deny the king sex or any sexual activity that entices him.

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

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

“Look, look at the King. Doesn’t he shine so bright? Just like how a King would. Imagine what would the people think when the King suddenly went berserk with no reason at all. It would be such a huge disaster and a huge scandal, capable enough to have him dethroned, enough to have me be the ruling power offffff hKgdom of Sagareste.” The Queen motioned for one of the men to have the envelope back to my pocket and then she continued, “And you, my dear, would play a vital role to it. You would be the reason why the King went berserk all of a sudden and this,” she pointed at my pocket, “this will point and make things fool proof. You would be the culprit and not me; you will be the one to get pu

“You couldn’t have. What’s done is done. But maybe we can do something. We should tell the King about what goes on in that house.” Miriam shook her head. “It won’t matter. There’s no evidence. I just want my star back. That’s all I want.” Her voice broke. She pressed her lips tightly together, willing the tears to stay in. Cressida reached across and held her hand. Suddenly, the rhythmic clatter of hooves approached, drawing their attention. Down the dusty path came the Queen’s carriage, flanked by guards and a second cart heavy with goods. The Queen sat regally inside, her maid beside her.