The White Queen White Princess Novels & Stories

asked Mia “She is the Warrior Queen” the woman dressed in white said It was only then that Mia noticed that the woman was wearing a crown. She was confused, she hadn’t been wearing a crown before, had she. She watched the scenes again paying particular notice of the crown. In some of the scenes the crown on her head was clear to see in others in turned translucent but it was always on her head. Mia didn’t understand but she knew the crown was important. She pondered it.

She chooses dresses for both of them. Carefully. Thoughtfully. We return to the palace as the sun begins to set. The halls are quiet again. Familiar. Unchanging. But something feels different. As we walk inside A servant rushes toward us Pale Breathless “My king,” he says urgently. “Queen mother has collapsed.”

He scratched the back of his head and asked me, "May I ask a question?" "Of course." "Why do they call you the White Queen?" This question caught me off guard. Of course, I knew the answer, but it wasn't something I wanted to go into in too much detail. As I was working on an acceptable answer, Georgia answered the question for me. "It's the title for the queens of the Winter Forest pack. It is said that their queens have the power of the Moon Goddess," Georgia began. "Whenever the pack faces a great crisis, the queen will borrow the power from the Moon Goddess and lead the pack to victory."

Königin Zemirah continued. I frowned. Probably seeing the confused look on my face, she gripped the edge of the table hard, and continued. "After my grandmother died, the queen's position became vacant. As the rule goes, only a white haired witch was fit to be the queen." Her voice became shaky, and she lowered it to a whisper. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Alpha Aurel leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Cringe. Or maybe not. Amber was smiling, even if it was a fleet of smile.

She was a queen of average beauty. “Please come in and rest. Whitney, escort them in.” “All right, Father.” The golden-haired and purple-eyed woman nodded slowly and took a step forward. She was about to open her mouth to say something, but Anwen had already said, “No need, Auntie, I’ll take them.” Princess Whitney, who was the third daughter of King Arawn from his second wife named Concubine Hera, smiled gently. “All right. Anna will show the room for the king and queen,” Whitney said to Anna, her lady-in-waiting.

" 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."

he complimented to receive a courtesy from her. "I'm happy you're pleased, father" she gave a curt smile. Without another word, the king took his daughter hand and followed closely by Eliza, walked in the direction of the throne room. Trumpets were blown, their sounds echoing in the castle. "Ladies and gentlemen, Lords and nobilities, I present to you, Our ruler—King Jodar Evoroy White and his royal daughters; High Princess, Eliza betha White and Princess Arianna Lea White" the herald announced and everyone bowed.

Daniel asked serving as a mouth piece to both William and Emma. "You don't know?" Alisa paused staring at the ignorance in their faces. "Emma here is the queen of the white witches," she then turned to William. "I thought you knew, that white witch that killed Rex wasn't surprised because she couldn't hurt you, she was because only a queen white witch's protection can be invulnerable to attacks from other white witches." "Wait, I thought it was all white witches?" Daniel asked. "No, only a queen has that power, and Emma has it, the pure white light. All the others has yellow."

I glanced over at Haziel who gave me a reassuring smile “My Queen, we will need some shrinking fluid to return Alissa to her normal size.” “Ah yes, come now, I have some in the kitchen.” She led the way. It was one of the most outstanding features of the White Queen; she did not view herself as better than everyone else or placed herself above all. Yes, she simply knew she had a responsibility to them and the land and that was her only distinction. She was a true Queen dedicated to serving the interests of her subjects and also made the right decisions for them.

Winter has turned into spring. Cassie often spends time with her twin daughters. Although now she no longer needed to worry that Lucia would fall into the hands of Ferin and his subordinates. "Her Majesty the Queen." The white-haired woman gasped for breath, even though she had only run five meters. "What happened?" "There is a werewolf with the same aura as princess Lucia." "A werewolf?" The woman nodded.