Novel & Cerita The White Queen Richard Iii

I put down my ponytail hair and continued, “Hmmm, maybe you are right, I was a little bit influenced by Bryan, you know, I finished all the books he brought to me, those great myths, wolf history, poems, Oh! And a few romance novels. “ ”Stop your great speech and go to the shower.” Levi walked toward the door, and I hurried to follow. “Come on, Levi, it is not wrong with books. You are a knight for me, aren’t you? Besides, Mother won’t choose me for the next queen, right?” I spoke casually, but he suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, “How did you know?” His tone was a bit strict. “Everyone knows, Kate almost done all the paperwork for Mother these three months. She already took the respon

Richard "Regina, the Queen of Illuminare," Richard announced to the crowd. The crowd erupted in applause, their eyes fixed on me. I stood shocked by the cheerful repose from the pack member; I wasn't really accepting such good repose from my people. I never thought they would accept someone so young and unqualified to be their queen. As I gazed at their adoring faces, a sense of responsibility washed over me. I don't know if I deserve such kind hospitality from all these people. I felt overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations, unsure if I could live up to the title bestowed upon me. However, Riichard placed his hands on my waist as he gently pulled me to him, offering me reassurance a

he said, kissing her lips, "babes, as much as I want to take you out of this dress and make love to you, I need to go back to my room and change or else we'll be late." Violet and Leah were walking side by side in the banquet hall twenty minutes later. A large number of guests were already mingling when she spotted the queen and approached her. "You are my queen." “You are here? Come over here, Leah!" Leah dashed into the queen's arms and remained there for quite some time. "Violet, come sit by my side. I have a message for you." "All right," she said as she walked over to her and sat right next to her.

"I've gotten reports that the boy is going to be a key figure in our plans later on." "So you've spoken with the Headsmen then?" Darius looked excited. "That's good news! For a moment, I thought this operation was lost." "No, everything is as it should be. The White Queen is still in place to take the throne." That was my call sign, after my favorite chess piece. White always moved first across the board. "Your lack of faith is appalling, Darius."

Something is off the plans? As I focused my hearing skills, the reason for the feeling entered my ears. "The Queen isn't wearing white. She's wearing red." "Red is a symbol of danger and destruction." "Has the King lost his mind trying to marry such a woman?" "You never know maybe she has put a spell on him." "Black magic? The Queen of Eleneas has participated in black magic? That's treason!" "Hey! Be quiet. Unless you want the Tryant to slash your neck apart."

Damien had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen do to a King? Especially if they still do not know what this queen is capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guests still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after

And yet, Heather is willing to give their leader a second chance. So stupid! I know I’m not supposed to compare both women, but Celia would never be so soft and weak. She will never let her emotions to cloud her judgment. She was my warrior queen, and she will never let a traitor live because of mere sentiment. That is why I adored her, that is why she was perfect for me. Richard is the reason why she is dead, he betrayed his family, and that led to the death of my queen. This vengeance I seek is for her, and I won’t let Heather’s sentimental attachment to that traitor to sway my judgment. He dies today, along with his brothers and allies, and there is nothing anyone could do about it, not e

“The light that touched us—” “Belonged to a child,” the Queen interrupted, crouching. Her fingertips brushed the stone floor, reverent and possessive. “A pure White Wolf. Born tonight. A male.” A ripple of dread passed through the coven. “One I can breed,” the Queen added calmly. “No prophecy speaks of a White Wolf returning,” one witch whispered, shaking. “That line died centuries ago.” The Queen smiled—without warmth. “Apparently, their Goddess disagrees.” She rose, cloaks swirling around her legs like living shadows.

He simply raised his glass in a silent toast and waited. ​I didn't rush. I finished my conversation with the Mayor, took a slow sip of my drink, and eventually navigated my way toward him. ​"The White Queen is currently on my nightstand, Mr. König," I said, stopping a deliberate two feet away from him. "I wasn't aware we were playing a game." ​Matthias stepped closer, invading my personal space with a confidence that made my pulse quicken against my will. Up close, he looked even younger—his skin smooth, his jawline sharp enough to draw blood. But his eyes were ancient.

“Because I caught her dyeing her hair.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard. “What?” Diana and I gasped at the same time. Laura sighed softly. “It’s true,” she said. “The Queen’s hair isn’t naturally white.” My mind reeled. White hair—the mark of a chosen Queen. The divine sign. The proof that the goddess had placed her favor on a woman. “You’re joking,” I muttered. Peter shook his head. “No. She was desperate. With the death of her sister, it came down to her and Hendel. There was no one else fit to take the throne.”