The Queen They Buried Romane & Geschichten

Alexander whispered but the feline didn't move an inch. "Hah! Like mother like son!” Alexander uttered as he rubbed Kuro’s belly and the feline started purring. “Wakey! Wakey! Little Kuro, time for your bubble bath!” He uttered again while shaking Kuro to wake up. The feline opened his eyes and glanced at Alexander with a poker expression, “Ngeowwwww!” “Your Majesty Kuro! I apologize for waking you up from your beauty sleep but her Majesty the Queen asked me to give you a bath. It’s been a while since you had one.” Alexander bowed his head and placed an arm below his stomach and the other one at his back.

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

On the east side of Leafland, there were now eight mounds. Remember getting an unstoppable Princess, Hope, who annihilates all of her country's adversaries, and her triumphs and selfless deeds pass from land to land, even reaching the aristocratic ears of the monarch, who pursues her revered might to combat evil and Lycans. Isn't it incredible? But that is how Charlotte, the Queen's daughter, was, and her grief was experienced by all. It's no surprise, then, that her burial, which will be covered further down, was a unique affair in which funeral traditions and culture were disregarded because she was simply not an ordinary person even at a funeral.

The letter burns against my palm, damp and crumpled now. The High Priest clears his throat, his voice carrying authority as it cuts through the suffocating tension. “We have lost both the King and Queen within the same day. Their souls have left their bodies, and so, they must be buried together—side by side. As mates, it is only right.”

She stepped closer to him. “I want to see the garden,” she said. “Where did you bury them?” Vincent blinked. “What?” “You said you buried the others.” He tilted his head. “Why?” Camela leaned in, whispering: “Because if I’m going to be queen… I want to know what happens to the dead.” He stared at her for a long time. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s take a walk.” The door opened to a garden of graves

“You’d hand the kingdom to outsiders before letting your grandson rule?” “He’s not just my grandson,” the Queen said coldly. “He’s the son of the bloodline I buried for a reason.” Ceres stepped back, scrolling in her hand, horror written across her face. “I don’t even recognize you anymore.” “Then you’ve finally opened your eyes,” the Queen said softly. Outside, the wind howled against the stone tower like a beast mourning a lost child. Ceres turned and stormed out, scroll tucked into her cloak. The queen stood alone, gazing at the fire.

She sniffed. " Me too. Now we need to put him to rest and we need your powers. " The Queen said and she smiled. " Do you think I can pull it off? " " Yes. " Queen Minerva was able to persuade her to come out and they all went together as a royal family to the cemetery. The king's body was laid at the corner of the cemetery. The Lords and Ladies of the court were already there. The priest began and said some burial rites and he signalled the princess when he was done.

"How dare you Adrian. How dare you bring some street girl in here and dress her up like my daughter?" "I did what's necessary." Adrian's voice softened a bit. "Necessary." The queen's laugh was broken, humourless. "Necessary was to bury Aurelia properly. Necessary was letting me mourn her instead of hiding her death like a stain on the carpet. This_" she gestured to Jade without looking at her, she couldn't bear to hold her gaze for a second at a time_" this is not necessary, this is mockery. "This is survival," Adrian said, his voice hardening. "If the kingdom learns she is gon...."

I came home to bury my sister and found a town that already buried the truth. Niamh left the Dublin police force a year ago, after a case went wrong and a bottle became her closest friend. Now her sister Siobhan is dead in the fishing village of Dún Aonghasa, and Niamh returns to a cottage that still has her key under the flowerpot, a fishing weight on the kitchen table, and a note that says "You're home." The town is strange in ways she can't name: twenty boats that never go out on the full moon, a cooperative charter with laws no one will explain, a harbormaster named Declan who watches her like he's waiting for her to remember something. When a wolf's eyes flash in her mirror one night