The Queen's Restraint Full Story Novels & Stories

I hiss, stepping in front of her. “I- Forgive us, Blessed One,” she lowers her head to the ground, stretching her arms out further in front of her. “Not what I asked,” irritation coats my words, “who ordered the death of my mate?” I snarl, feeding off the fear-induced aroma wafting through the room. “It was I,” the Queen brazenly whispers with remorse. I raise my blood stained shoe, place it over the top of her bony knuckles and twist it until I hear the satisfying sound of her bones crunching as they break. She screams in agony, trying to pull her hand out from under my foot, and I twist it the other way.

As soon as he entered the tree, he looked beside him, and there he was, the centurion he had thought, he was speaking with. Months went by, and it became obvious that Queen Beautiful was pregnant, " who impregnated you? " askeds the Queen, but did not answer. The King called the cancellation of Judges, For adequate judgment, for the Queen. And they together decided that her head should be cut off, likewise the man that was responsible. When they asked her about who was responsible,

But they can't hear anyone insulting their Queen. Ara angrily said" Do you know who are you talking to? you........ " Ara was supposed to reveal their identity when she was stopped by Victoria to speak any further. She didn't want to create a scene. If anyone knew their identity then they will be in trouble. And if Queen mother and Her husband Alexander knew that they ran away from the palace they may be punished for breaking the rules.

he asked. "It depends on what you forgot to say," I said, shrugging my shoulders. He gasped and told me, "The Queen is imprisoned in her own house." What?!" I stood abruptly. "And you're telling me this now?" I seethed, my teeth clenched. "Please accept my apologies, Sir. It slipped my mind with everything going on," Bryan stammered and began backing away from me. "It would eventually slip my mind someday that I am not supposed to kill my own people." I approached him and grabbed his collar.

"I was wrong! Tell Carlo—I know I was wrong!" "Not yet," the other replied. "The Don said when you've felt everything she did, THEN he'll look at you." The blade slid across her arm. Gina shook, too weak to fight, too tired to scream. They finished. Left her there. The once-proud principessa lay in the dirt, broken and shaking. Tears slipped down her face. Now—finally—she regretted everything. 'If I hadn't let jealousy twist me up... if I hadn't gone after Vera again and again... would this be different?'

"She's an experimental vessel of the Phantom Queen that came to a failure eight hundred year ago but soon became the advisor of the Phantom pack after the rebellion." "And she has this objective that the Queen's essence mustn’t get united again," Val declared, earning a gasp from Esther. We all looked at her in confusion but then she zoned out for a minute before she pulled herself in the reality again. "If that's true, then maybe she's the conspirator of all of these. If she doesn't want the Essence to be merged again then all she have to do is to stir a war repeatedly in order for that not to happen. And maybe she's also the one who encourage this taboo and rules between the pack to preven

In return, he snorts and shakes his head. " But I wAs planning it for too long my Queen, No other girl but you in this whole world deserve to be with me. Ina Son Ka " The word of Dances With Wolves' betrothal to me has spread like wildfire all over the kingdom. Men and women have been coming up to me and they kiss my hand as if I were already a royal. The treatment has been larger than life for me. Two female servants stand outside of the door all day and two stood all night for me in case I need something. Cesar has ordered that my chair is situated next to his at the end of the table. When the servants said that the previous queen's dining throne had been ruined with the ages, he'd ordered

“And… they ask when Her Majesty might be ready to attend the morning meeting.” I felt Damon’s irritation ripple through the bond. Sharp. Immediate. “She’s not ready.” he said flatly. “Meeting’s postponed.” Another pause. Longer this time. Then, hesitantly - too honestly: “They… uh… also asked me to confirm that the Queen is truly recovering and not… still unconscious.” I blinked. Damon went very still beside me. Oh no. “And,” the servant added quickly, clearly digging his own grave now, “there are… rumors, my lord. After night of the fight... Some say the Queen was touched by the Goddess. Others say… something else entirely.”

The nobles stared, their faces ranging from shock to outrage to confusion. "Therefore," the Queen said, "I am announcing that Lady Rebecca Malik will succeed me as Queen." The room exploded again. I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my hands clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. "This is absurd!" One of the nobles shouted. "She's a potionmaker! She has no training, no experience—" "She has proven herself," the Queen interrupted sharply. "She has shown more courage and integrity than most of you combined." The noble fell silent, his face red.

She looks at me, "You used to visit sometimes, don't you remember?" I shake my head, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking questions." "I was the Queen's maid and Henry's nanny." My jaw drops and that's when the memories come flooding back, the gifts, the trips to the castle and the little brunette boy, which used to chase me around the castle and play hide and look with, it's Henry. "You remember now?" I nod, "Yes." Henry walks into the living room and tells Nana that the car is waiting outside, she kisses his cheek goodbye and gives Henry a hug and leaves. The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous.