White Queen Elizabeth Woodville นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Placing the dagger across his palm, Elijah quickly made an incision, and squeezing his fist, emptied the blood into the bowl, before turning to face his daughter. "I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!"

The Queen shrugged, grabbing a glass of wine from the dining table and sipping it slowly and elegantly. "oh..." Hazel breathed. "I do not really have any position or ranking of importance, I was born into a simple family and I worked as a maid before..." her eyes shifted to Luca for a moment, he was staring at her before he shifted his eyes to his plate of food. "Before your son married me." "Hmm" the Queen gave a look, sipping her wine. "A maid eating at my royal table." Hazel frowned, Laz coughed and the King glared at his wife.

The strange faces seemed to remind me of how different I was from all these people. No dress-up could change that. I was on a second glass when someone bumped into me, spilling half the content of my cup on the floor. "Hey," I complained, twirling and ready to demand an apology. "Hello, Lily." I froze on my stand when I came face to face with Enzo's mother. She was dressed in a white off-shoulder ball gown, which reeked so much of expensive; with the jewellery showing off her beautiful slender neck, she was the light of this event, although she was older.

She arguably served as the first queen of the Kingdom of Arthur, through her marriage to its founder, King Arthur, though her level of personal involvement is unknown In the deep past, QD was a close friend to Mother Eve. She wrote Eve's history in the book known as the Evenicle and was present when the Archfiend Adan exploded, causing both the World of Eve and QD herself to split into pieces. The QD who remained in the same world as the Archfiend's Right Arm served as leader of the dragons for many years. One day, she was confronted by King Arthur and the exodus of humans coming from the north. They met and negotiated (an event that historians mischaracterized as a great battle), and agreed

He wanted the Solace Queen to think we kidnapped her daughter and killed her, but he missed the part where the Queen didn’t care about Emmi. “You know if I had to choose? Damn, I think Emmi would win over Adelia.” We all tense and glare at him. What the fuck? I step forward. “Adelia was sweet as hell in bed, but Emmi is wild! She is a Wolverson, Emmi, that is. Adelia, well, she may have been born one, but she lacked something, that crazy bit. She would fuck a guy and move on. It was too easy to pay a guy from Solace City to make her love him, just to rip out her heart and make her wish she was dead.” I hear a scream as everything goes black. My body convulses with rage and sadness. It was hi

She breathed, wiping furiously at her cheeks before whipping around to disappear into the dark corridor and leaving me with nothing but dark, ravaging thoughts. “What are you going to do Ezra, this shit is bad,” Rudolf whispered and I resisted the urge to grip his shoulders and shake him until his eyes rattled in their sockets. Did he think I didn't know that already? I had a Queen who was threatening hell and fucking hades if I didn't bow to her wishes and a new human I simply couldn't forget! Forcing Elizabeth to mate in full view of the court would shatter what little dignity she had left in Blackwood.

But did I have a better alternative? "What do you know?" I finally asked. Violet's smile widened, victorious. She moved closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume. She reached past me for the portrait of Elise on the table, her fingers brushing mine deliberately. "I know that Elise Hale was the King's fated mate, his bride," she said softly, holding up the portrait to the light. "I know the Queen couldn't stomach the thought of a human becoming vampire royalty. And I know..."

Felix finally strolled in, looking grim. "Tell me," I settled behind my desk, preparing myself for the bad news. Felix glanced around the room, then leaned in slightly. "The information Monique gave you about the Queen of the West..." he paused, watching my reaction carefully. "It's a dead end," My stomach tightened, an uneasiness settling in. Felix shook his head. "The identity she gave you, it belongs to a dead woman. She's been dead for years."

Sarah’s limbs felt stiff as she was led to a soft, red velvet armchair and sat down. The square table in front of her was also draped in understated, luxurious red velvet, creating a striking visual contrast with the table’s jade-like luster—a sight of breathtaking beauty. Exquisitely prepared dishes, arranged on silver platters, lay on the table, looking so tempting they made one’s mouth water. Moreover, the most eye-catching sight was a bottle of Lafite held by Adrian. He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her.