روايات وقصص ضمن White Queen Elizabeth Woodville

It was like a still lake reflecting the tall gray columns that rose high into the sky above the pool. ​And standing in the middle of the black pool wearing a white linen dress that was perfectly clean and with her silver hair braided into a tight three-strand braid that was connected to twelve copper cables of the southern grid, was the First Queen. She didn't have her mask on; her face looked like her grandmother’s face, Queen Eleanor, but her eyes were like two spinning coins with tiny silver numbers in them that showed how much of Elara’s bone marrow was left. ​She held a heavy steel tool in her right hand, a tool used to mark the royal family trees after someone was executed.

She glanced back instinctively, only to remember he was hidden somewhere nearby, guarding her like a shadow. Suddenly, drums echoed through the grand hall. Every head turned toward the marble staircase where a tall woman stood wearing a silver-white witch crown and a wine colored gown flowing around her like royalty itself. ‘Queen Elizabeth.’ “Tonight,” Queen Elizabeth announced proudly, “We honor the young witch chosen to become the next Queen of Witchcraft. This special day will be known in history as a brilliant unmated woman who proved herself worthy through wisdom, power, and sacrifice.” The hall erupted into applause. “Good people of goddess, I present my finest student… Elena Armstron

As usual, the wolves offered a large, isolated, empty room; in an attempt to alleviate the vampire's agony. After some time The Queen received Edwin. Impatient as always, he went straight to the point, ignoring the great number of wolves and men in the room. He spoke directly to the queen. She sat on her throne, her silvery hair long and loose about her shoulders, everything from her polished boots to her circlet crown carefully chosen to project authority. It is a wasted effort as he doesn't recognize their authority on anything. "I am Prince Edwin Vladi II I am here at the request of Morgana Vladi II, wife of Lucius Vladi I and ruler of Elatre."

Gradually King Maximilian attitude towards her changed ,with him sidelining her and treating her as nobody. Queen Elizabeth of Arondale found herself trapped in a gilded cage of boredom and unfulfilled potential. As the wife of King Maximilian, she longed to embrace her role as queen and contribute to the governance and prosperity of the kingdom. However, her husband's refusal to allow her to discharge any queenly duties left her feeling stifled and unimportant.

In the sprawling stone castle that dominated the hillside, Queen Elham paced the length of her bedchamber, her silk robes swishing around her ankles. At 27, she was still in the prime of her beauty, her raven hair cascading down her back, her emerald eyes flashing with irritation. She was a woman unfulfilled, her royal husband King Ardayar unable to satisfy her carnal needs with his puny member.

Allen nodded in understanding he spoke againg, "My dear queen if I may be bold" Elizabeth looked at him and said, "Speak". "Why are you showing so much concern to a mare human girl Your Majesty? Is she really Princess Aisha as they guessed before" Allen asked with expectant eyes. Elizabeth smiled lightly as she said "I wish she was.... I really wish" Elizabeth sighed deeply before continuing "She is not Aisha… She is Henry and Diana's daughter Elena". "Your Majesty…" Allen was shocked. "I was as shocked as you are when she told me the truth," Elizabeth said.

I’d be afraid of being a bad mother like Jane was to Naomi and Irene when I was little. Conor started to mumble in his sleep which interrupted my thoughts. “Kay… Mother to my… Elizabeth… Four more…” He rolled onto his back and kept sleeping soundly. Elizabeth… That was the name of a past Queen of the Lucevkin dynasty. Anne was another Queen from close to the start of the dynasty. That was an interesting book. I learned a lot about Queen Delia and her family. She had a little sister named Melissa and Nathan was married to her. Lizette was their only surviving child. They didn’t mention that Delia and Winholt had any children though. Had the attack not happened, Lizette would have been the nex

It was far off, formal, and fearful. “Princess, I am bound to tell you that your elder brother, King Rowan Valeon, has officially abdicated the throne. He has decided to wed a peasant, Miss Elara Wynn, a matrimony against our laws.” I pressed my hand to my mouth. My chest tightened. What Rowan had told me in a confidential telephone conversation had now become all too real: official, irrevocable, inevitable. My brother had not acted merely in a thoughtless and momentary abdication but had made a legal decree, which the council had acknowledged.

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

“Adara, I’ve never heard you talk so strangely. I know what a bull is, of course, but what is this shit you speak of?” “It’s an expression, Vashti. It means that what you’re asking me to do goes against everything you ran away from and I will not allow that to happen. Queen Elizabeth didn’t need a man to help her and neither do we.” “I do not know of this Queen.” “You would like her. She ruled a great kingdom called England when she was only twenty-five, and like what nearly happened to me, her father had her mother killed. If you’re telling me, our only hope for our kingdom is to marry quickly and lean upon a husband for support, I say Queen Elizabeth proves that isn’t the case.”