The Wife He Burned, The Queen She Became Mga Nobela at Kwento

Calm, because they needed him steady. A woman with soot streaking her cheeks clutched her son tighter as she spoke. “She burned the western square. Said anyone who followed your oath spat on the crown. My husband… he wouldn’t denounce you. They—” Her voice broke. The child buried his face in her cloak.

"Your Majesty, we regret to tell you that the lying woman has been kicked out of the palace. She was pregnant before she met you. She deceived you. She does not deserve to be queen." "Shut the fuck up!" I couldn't help but utter obscenities. I shuddered to think what Elizabeth had been through while I was gone. From what I knew about these bad guys, they would burn an unmarried, pregnant woman to death once they found her. Has Elizabeth already been burned to death?

“I will not be your pawn. I will not be your bride. I will not trade my crown for safety or silence.” “I am not the woman you tried to chain to bloodlines, to husbands, to lineage.” “I am the Queen.” “I am the fire.” “And anyone who comes for what is mine—my name, my blood, my child—will burn.” She let the words sit. Then added, quieter. Sharper. “You burned a house of children thinking it would make me bend. That I’d beg, or vanish. You thought terror would tame me.” “But you have not learned.” “Terror made me.”

to informed the king, when he and his men got there, they could not wait as the heat from the fire killed some men that had went too close, the remaining men ran back, but the king was wrapped in great flame, men who saw it, went back to the kingdom, spreading the news of King's dead, but when they had all gone, the king was still screaming in fear of the flame, he later realized that the fire was not hurting him, he rather felt coldness and calmness, hr opened his eyes and he was wrapped by her wife, she was the flame, fear gripped him, as hr never knew, she was a goddess, and was also thankful that she chose to rage her fury on the trees and not her offenders, he waited until night as he

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

she muttered firmly, her gaze hardening. Clenching her fists, she reminded herself not to be deceived by her current circumstances. She was Alia, not Livia—not the owner of this castle, nor a carefree noblewoman. She was a thief, someone who had survived her previous life through wit and courage. In this new life, she would continue to live by that identity, uncover the truth, and seize control of her destiny. She refused to let herself be molded by her environment.

Instead, she steps right into my space, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she snaps. I blink, confused. “Doing… what?” She laughs once, harsh, humorless. “Don’t play stupid with me. I don’t know what pathetic game you’re running, but hear me clearly.” She tilts her chin up, venom dripping from every word. “He is my Husband. I am the queen, the only queen. And nothing, especially not a whore like you, is going to change that.” The insult hits, but I keep my expression calm.

But he rejected each and everyone of them after defilement. They were losing hope until he laid his eyes on her, and he wanted her, so they gave her out and according to him she was able to satisfy him. So he took her as a wife. Her life turned south since then with the constant abuse she got from his family and clan members, until she decided to change. To kill anyone that dared insult her. That was how she got her respect as the Queen of the kingdom. Even Magnus couldn't do anything because she would kill him if he dared.

Then I burned it in the small fireplace, watching the ashes float away like the weight I had carried for too long. But the Queen was far from defeated. To be continued…

Her presence demanded attention but something in me snarled at her too like I wanted to crush her and bow to her in the same breath. She claimed to have nothing to do with the fire. Her children Elira and Ardian also had no hand in it either. It was all Basha her husband. The man who raised his fists to build a kingdom while his own home rotted from withim. The Queen looked me dead in the eye and said. “I lost a granddaughter because of. Do you think I will protect the man who did that?” Then she gave me the evidence. A packet that was heavy and cold and fucking damning. Names and locations and schedules of the people. She had it all.