The White Queen White Princess Novels & Stories

Every pair of eyes settled on me. I accepted the egg sac from Kael before raising it high enough for everyone to see. Most looked confused. Some immediately recognized it. Their expressions changed. “You all remember what happened to Sarah.” A murmur swept through the crowd. “The spider that bit her wasn’t an accident. It was intended for Queen Traci.” Now every voice disappeared completely. I held up the empty shell again. “We found this beneath the palace. It is empty.” Several warriors exchanged uneasy looks. “We confirmed what it is.” I didn’t need to explain further. They understood. “The hatchlings are somewhere inside the palace.”

As long as their little princess was happy, what was there to object to? The days ahead were still long.

"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."

They are clean of every trick, and dupe, filled with the richness of smiles, and love. My fingers thread through one of the gowns in the shop. A beautiful witch black, with a sweetheart neckline, and puffy sleeves that run down the entire length of the arm. A flowy tail, with a ball gown fluff, with a slit through the front. Black. Black was never a color that a princess or queen should wear, it was something that witches did or someone from brothels. But the cloth in my hand felt good. It wasn't expensive or had rich silk embezzlements, or anything fancy. It was mere beauty. “Queen Adria”, I hear, as Meredith runs in front pulling me down to the bronze gate tucked in the corner of the road.

With the bright sun and thousands of people being so packed together, within minutes, complaints about the heat arise everywhere, the clothes soaked with sweat. At this moment, the royalties enter the junction from the blocked road, guards paving the way for them. Males in shiny boots and long coats styled with expensive crystals, and females in extravagant dresses, their tails sweeping the pebbled ground, looking more appropriate for a ball than for a public execution. “Who is she?” asks Fia in a slight frown, referring to a demoness of average height and petite physics, who is heading to the back row to settle down. “I think she is the youngest princess. Why?” answers Sage.

My lashes fluttered open and shapes loomed above me…faces bent close, watching, waiting. I jerked back instinctively. “What do you all want?” My voice came out gravel-edged, low, dangerous. I forced myself upright, ignoring the pain in my throat. My head swam but my glare cut through the fog. “And who the hell knocked me out?” The woman in white reached for my hand. Her touch was light, reverent, and desperate. “My queen,” she breathed, voice trembling. “Only you can save the entire realm from this darkness. We have to get you into the king’s chamber before tomorrow’s coronation. If it happens…if she’s crowned…we are doomed.”

"You hid her from me. You protected her. You made a fool of me." "I protected my daughter." Liora stepped out from behind the queen. She walked toward my mother, her golden hair swinging, her eyes bright with triumph. She stopped in front of her and reached up. My mother did not move. Liora untied the satin scarf wrapped around my mother's head. It fell away, revealing white hair. Bright. Beautiful. Glowing faintly in the afternoon light. The crowd gasped. The queen's face went white. "A White Witch," the queen whispered. "In my own realm. At my own court. For years."

“You resemble her. You are very much like the White Queen.” Biting her lower lip as she crumples her hand into a fist. Her once fleeting beating heart suddenly ceases as it slowly being changed into a hunting pain of being insulted and fear, where Kyle is knocking a chance of suspicion towards her. For the name and the tag character of a ‘WHITE QUEEN’ means. “Gentle, secretive, yet pure and forgiving. That’s how you are.”

"This is why the Princess wanted me to gain the favour of Duke Whitepalace. The Queen of the West. She possessed monstrous power that could change the entire battlefield in an instant. Her people and she lived in the cold regions, far from the other cities. She had only recently opened her city to visitors and had begun to work politically. So the Princess hoped to get her hand in the upcoming war, but obtaining their partnership and cooperation was never easy. In choosing sides, the Duke of Whitepalace was always neutral. She would only defend her borders and would never get involved in other matters. This was acceptable because she was defending the empire's border, but now that two massiv

So she plotted her murder with the white witch and promised white which to share her powers and all the glory she would get . The attack was done as planned but the moon princess survived but the evil queen didn't knew about that . Later the evil queen betrayed the white witch and refused to share anything with her .She had the kingdom to herself . The white witch was hurt due to the betrayal and she didn't tell her the moon princess still lived .The crown was still not accepting the evil queen , she asked the white witch for answer but white witch told her she was cluless . The evil queen got terribly angry and threw the white witch out of the kingdom and sent her to leave among the humans