The White Queen Richard Iii Novels & Stories

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

Mirabella, the white queen, was loaded with shocking news, ragged in anger, and wanted to do those things as quickly as possible. The White Queen rose from her throne and commanded, "Summon the Crown Prince, court ministers, and our army generals." Within a minute or two, all the dragon court ministers flew to the throne hall and bowed before the queen. Nora also arrived at the throne hall and bowed to the queen. The only people missing were the Crown Prince and Ivan Shirk, the exiled general. Suddenly, the icy windows in the throne hall were smashed with a fireball. The fireball whizzed and rolled down the floor of the throne hall until it finally reached the feet of the Queen.

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—

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

“Are you not happy to see her?” Her fingers trailed across her daughter’s face, her eyes weighed with sadness, ignoring the shaky smile the other was offering to her. “Of course, a mother is always happy to see her daughter,” the Queen snapped her hand away from her, looking at the ashes on the table, “ but no mother is ever happy to sacrifice one for another.” With that, she left. “Where is my sister?” She asked immediately the Queen left. The White King placed her hand on the ashes. “In a better place. She was used to summon you. It was a sacrifice to protect the people. You of them all should understand.”

Andrius analyzed seriously with a contemplative expression, “Richard’s father, Alexander, usurped the throne. Logically speaking, Queen Margerina should be in their hands. “If Richard wants her, he could have just told Alexander. It won’t be an issue at all. However, why did he go to such lengths to put Queen Margerina up for auction? Isn’t that redundant and unnecessary?” Andrius’ words surprised Noir and Katalina. Upon second thought, what he said made a lot of sense. Then, he continued, “If I’m not mistaken, Richard was probably testing us just now, especially Katalina.” Noir and Katalina were not fools. They both understood after Andrius explained it.

The general looked like she was sure the queen was in Silvergate. If… Richard blanched at the reminder of the things he had done to her. His hands grew damp as he shook his head vigorously. “No, that is not possible. You are mistaken. She is a rogue. A nobody with no pack or wolf.” He struggled to keep his smile in place as he pointed at Adolphus. “You have heard of the queen's exploits. She singlehandedly dealt with the vampires on many occasions. Tell me you believe a wolfless rogue can do that.”

" I looked at the woman and surely, I could tell using so much of her light had drained so much life out of her. "As you can see..." the queen spoke. "She's dying. And that's where you come in." She turned to face me. "You're going to be our new white wolf. Whether you like it or not."

Her heart beat loud against her ribs. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered. “You are waking up.” “That’s not… that’s not an answer.” The Queen huffed a quiet laugh, a sound like kindling catching. “It’s the only one you’re ready to hear,” she said. “The rest would break you before he ever had the chance.” The Queen’s gaze drifted over Adelaide’s shoulder, toward the distant horizon, where three points of light had begun to rise. One was molten gold. One was a darker, reddish-coloured glow. The third was stark white, bright enough to hurt.

So took the path of darkness to gain more power, to gain Zenobia. I don’t know what exactly transpired during my absence till this date but after I came back from my mission I heard that one day the queen came back to the kingdom with Richard’s dead body in her hands. No one knew what had happened. The queen said nothing and the people of Alynthia, in their grief and rage, turned on her. They blamed her. And the alliance between their kingdoms shattered like glass underfoot. But Zenobia didn’t care about politics anymore. She had only one goal, to find out who had taken her Richard from her.