Novel & Cerita The Queen's Restraint Full Story

I knew that small things, or problems, if not taken care of as soon as possible might end up as a terrible disaster. “The King, he—uh—he let someone else touch him and we saw it, both me and the Queen saw everything. There were witnesses too, the elder maids. And now, I noticed that some things might have changed, actually a lot of things might have changed, because of that Witch Princess' actions. It was all because of her that the Queen is losing her face without her having any idea about it. Sooner or later, the situation of both rulers might spread like wildfire. You keep the Queen distracted, I’ll take care of the things in the palace. Stall her,” he said. “So, how do I stall her? I-I b

Walsh goes into action, snapping on latex gloves, though I can barely concentrate as I tense back up, fighting the pain. "Your Majesty," Dr. Bradley pulls on to my wrist, "you must try to relax!" "What is happening?" Dominic asks, sounding choked. "Stress," Dr. Walsh cuts in. "The Queen is under too much. It is imperative that she stay as calm as possible."

I exhausted every skill I had, crafting exquisite pastries and soups. At last, when I presented a dish of stuffed lotus root, she called for me. The day before, several of my colleagues had been inspired and begun showcasing their modern talents. Some had even performed magic tricks before the queen. Every single one of them had been executed. I had no idea what awaited me. With my nerves stretched taut, I made my way to the queen's palace. The historical records had not exaggerated. The queen was indeed peerlessly beautiful. She wore a sheer red robe that revealed her long, graceful legs, her body languidly reclined upon a chaise.

"From you, she learned patience and the power of nurturing life. From me—well, I like to think she learned that strength can be used to protect and build, not just to destroy. Though I suspect she learned more of what not to do from my mistakes than what to do from my successes." They stood in comfortable silence as the morning grew brighter, watching as the last embers of the celebration fires were carefully extinguished by mortal and divine hands working together. Servants from the palace arrived with carts to clear away the remaining feast, but they moved slowly, taking time to admire the gardens, to look at the artwork on display, to speak with the few remaining guests who had stayed to

She could sense a sudden agitation in the uncomfortable queen, who stood up from her chair with compulsion. Etheldreda moved closer to Azalea in a very quick motion, and held her throat so tightly to a backward force that pushed the poor lady against the wall. Azalea's eyes popped wide open at the action that the queen, was taking against her without uttering any further words. Her throat retched in pain and imminent asphyxiation, that would occur to her if the queen didn't let go of her soon. "Who are you? What are you?!" The queen demanded in rage, still not letting go of the maid who was just struggling helplessly for breath.

“Please forgive me, My Queen. I did not mean to deceive you nor was it done out of malice. When His Majesty reached the age of eligibility but showed no signs of interest in marriage, the many nobles came together and selected Ms. Seraphina Rissel as queen candidate, however, His Majesty decliTed the request right away. He had never once shown any personal interest to her. As this incident happeTed long ago, I did not care to bring it up to you for I was sure that if you were to learn of it then it may have caused you unnecessary discomfort,” Mrs. Cessley said in disgrace.

“I… I don’t want to expose myself like that. You never make me remove my underwear.” “Yes, and your performance was particularly poor today,” the Queen says through her teeth. “What sort of an impression are you trying to make on poor Miss Edith? Now do as your told, or I’ll double your beating.” Not wanting to anger the Queen and embarrass myself further, I do as I’m told. I pull down my panties, leaving them around my ankles, lift my skirt, and bend over. The Queen strikes me ten times, each strike harder than the last until I’m crying out at the end.