The Stand In Queen Novels & Stories

We walk onto the red carpet and the doors swing open, the trumpets begin to play, and everybody stands up. "Announcing his royal highness, King Henry Crawford the first and Lady Penelope Harding." People begin to murmur and that is enough to tell me that they weren't expecting me to bring her with me. We arrive at our seats, the royal thrones, I let Penelope sit on the queen's throne, and I take my seat on mine, and everyone follows suit. A table is set up in front of us with two microphones attached. My royal family's spokesperson, more like my father's pet, Mr Johnson, sets up onto the podium, seems like we are wasting no time today.

Kaid came to stand beside me, his voice a whisper meant only for me. “They’re circling closer,” he said. “Whatever truth lies here, it’s buried deeper than we thought.” My gaze never left the throne. “Then we dig deeper still.” As if sensing our presence, the Queen turned slightly, her dark eyes finding mine across the room and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to that single look. A look that said: We see you. I inclined my head, my smile as calm as the edge of a blade. “Let them watch,” I murmured. “The storm’s already begun.”

I crouched low behind a stack of crates, eyes widening at the sight before me. The queen stood at the center, wearing a red cloak. Strange symbols glowed faintly beneath her feet, and bubbling brews surrounded her in a circle. Malachi stood beside her, his arms crossed, his expression hungry with anticipation. “What do you see?” he asked. The queen closed her eyes, chanting softly, but then her eyes snapped open. Her head turned sharply. “Someone is here.” My heart stopped. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, trying to make myself smaller and invisible. But footsteps came from behind, and I was sure I was done.

There, she stood waiting for her groom, Crown Prince Vincent of Dysheria. As she stood there, the anticipation in the room was palpable. Queen Esteria remained the picture of calm and grace, her eyes reflecting a mixture of love and solemnity. The grand hall seemed to hold its breath, every guest captivated by the sight of the queen, poised and elegant, awaiting her beloved prince. The moment was imbued with a timeless sense of tradition and honor, a prelude to the union of two great realms.

“Stand with me, Elara. Not beneath me. Never beneath anyone again.” The silver light behind me brightened. Priests began whispering frantic prayers. One noble stumbled backward as if proximity alone had become dangerous. Kael lifted his face to mine, eyes blazing. “Be my equal. Be my mate. Be the queen who ends an age.” My throat tightened, but my voice did not fail. “Then rise,” I said softly. “And let the world witness what it means when a king kneels… and a queen does not.” He stood. The moment he did, the bond snapped fully into place.

~THE QUEEN’S WRATH~ Nina walks beside me, clutching her hands like she’s holding her own fear together. As we descend the stairs, the air changes,heavy, cold, sharp. When we reach the sitting room, I stop. There she is. The Queen. Her gown glitters like a jeweled storm, every bead catching the light. A delicate crown sits perfectly on her styled hair. Her beauty is undeniable. Her presence is suffocating. Four guards stand behind her.

The wineglass in her hand nearly slipped as she reflexively shrank backward. And Lucas? The untouchable Don actually lost composure in public. "Zoe?!" His voice trembled as he called my name. "You… you’re not dead!" I did not acknowledge him. I walked straight through the crowd as it instinctively parted, stopping at the center of the stage. "Miss Vale, happy birthday." She forced herself to remain composed, frowning sharply at me. "Why are you here? You are not welcome. Get out!" "Oh no," I said lightly. "I haven’t given you your gift yet."

Eliana’s eyes widened as she stared at me as if I were a spineless coward. “Have you got no pride and dignity at all?” Just then, Bella turned back and tossed me a VIP card. “Tomorrow, you’re going to this private stylist for a full makeover. “Here’s an extra 3,000 dollars.” Then she swept a cold glance toward Eliana. With her commanding presence, she looked stunning yet intimidating. Her sharp gaze was hard to meet. Eliana timidly lowered her head. “You’re smart, unlike your foolish sister. “Also, I’m not part of the underworld. I’m just rich.

We heard low angry voices before we saw them. We crept closer. Inside, about twenty Alphas stood in a circle. In the middle was a table. On the table was a map and pictures. Pictures of me, of my guys and of the Omegas we’d saved. One of them stepped forward. Tall, gray hair and scar on his jaw. “We’ve waited long enough,” he said. “The Queen thinks she can change our ways. Tonight we show her what happens when she does.” He paused. “We take a dozen Omegas. We hold them. We tell her to step down. Or they die.”

But before panic could swallow me as whole, a familiar voice cut through the tension. “My lady has no intention of hurting the king.” I jerked my head towards the sound and saw Stacy walking towards us, her chin lifted. She smiled softly to see me, steadying the chaotic rhythm in my chest. She positioned herself beside me like a stone, her presence warm and solid. “Beta Damon,” she snapped. “Address her with respect. She is your queen.” Damon stiffened but didn’t speak. Stacy’s lips curled into a cold scowl as she stepped forward, her voice sharp as a broken glass.