White Queen Elizabeth Woodville นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the bottom, in a child’s handwriting, were the words: ‘The Queen comes home. A short note was tucked inside. “I found this in storage last month. Elena drew it when she was eight and you were twelve, after you told her you were going to build something big one day. I thought you should have it.—Clara.” I sat at my desk holding that drawing for a long time. Twelve years old. A building. A crown. Elena had always known. The second thing was a message from a number I now recognized immediately. Caleb.

I said nodding towards a sleeping Alida and Ray lifted an eyebrow at me. “Just by judging this note, it is a female obviously as you said, but it’s got to be someone who’s close to the King in order for her to think that the crown belongs to her. Evidently she’s believed for who knows how many years, that she was next in line to be Queen, but by what means of becoming Queen is unknown.” Ray blabbered on while staring at the note again. “What do you mean by “means” exactly?” I asked.

He had to show them who was in charge of this place. Elizabeth Windsor snorted sarcastically and asked haughtily, "Edmund, do you still think of me as a mother?" Edmund was stunned and said, “You want to break up with me? You have to ask yourself whether you think of me as a child or not?” Elizabeth Windsor's face instantly turned so sombre she said firmly, “Have you forgotten that blood is thicker than water? I am the one who will be your mother forever. No matter how much you try to deny it, this fact won't change!”

“Oh, that sounds nice. Why don’t you ask in the kitchen? We can drink hot chocolate in my room.” *** The greenhouse of the White Rose Palace was, as expected, also a magnificent sight. She’d been walking around for a while and did not seem to find the end of it, the place resembled more a miniature version of a forest. Elena halted when she saw a small blackwood sculpture with a crest of the family at the end of the corridor she was walking. As expected for an important noble family, the crest was seen everywhere it could remind people of their power. When looking at them, however, she had the impression that the intimidating dragon head did not suit them.

“Your wife is much better than the little girl you can’t keep your eyes off” The Queen was kind to everyone she met, except the daughter of the woman that her husband impregnated and threw away. It was logical as to why she couldn’t stand the sight of the girl but it was funny that the only reason why the third princess was still alive was because of Queen Meredith.

I wanted to repair the scars or at least die trying. Because I had no way of anticipating that my mate would be my enemy. And, I had no way anticipating that I wouldn't only be compelled to die for her but I'd willingly do it, I'd protect her with my dying breath. The white-haired princess with eyes as black as coal and skin as pale as stars was destined to be Queen. She just hadn't realized that it was written in her fate yet. All she had to do was reach out and grab it with both hands but first, she had to step out of the darkness because darkness blinded her.

They all stop when they got to the castle halls. “This is the royalty hall. This is where the previous kings and queens’ portrait are hanged,” the woman ask “Who are you?” Isolde ask “I am Queen Maren,” the woman said “Where is Queen Maria?” Daniel ask “My grandmother is dead long ago,” Queen Maren said “Dead?” Daniel ask “Yes,” Queen Maren said “How are we going to ask now if she is dead?” Arthur said “My grandmother has been dead for over a century now. She gave birth to a baby girl named Elaine and that is my mother who gave birth to me,” Queen Maren said

Queen Eleanor was the Alpha’s favorite and true mate and he didn’t hide that fact from everyone because he made it so obvious. They had been lovers for years but due to power, Alpha Ren had to marry Luna Aravis first before finally bringing her in as the second wife. Luna Aravis gave birth to Prince Falkor who was three years older than Prince Jaqen, the son of Queen Eleanor. The celebration of his birth was indeed louder and merrier than that of Prince Falkor because the Alpha made sure to provide everything in excess.