White Queen: Richard Iii Novels & Stories

Nose to the ground, the Queen stalked through the forest where Axl's old home stood amongst the trees, coming up empty again. Where are you? One of the chamber maids spied the Queen's wolf galloping off towards the bathing area, clearly hunting something, but it was none of her concern so she carried on her way. She'd only just stepped into the castle's foyer when Beta Talon stalked down the stairs stark naked causing the poor woman to avert her eyes as he spoke to her, "Have you seen the Queen?" He barked, seeming unsettled. "Yes, sir I passed her wolf heading towards the bathing area about five..."

"Start over with what?" "Building your own kingdom," Victoria said, turning to me, a fire of ambition in her eyes. "One that doesn't depend on any man, that isn't controlled by anyone. A kingdom that only you can destroy." I looked at this powerful woman—my mother—and suddenly, I understood. Maybe we were both fools once. But the age of fools was over. It was our turn to be queens.

“It’s not your fault.” We sat together in the soft lamplight for a long time. When her tears finally slowed, Mia reached under her bed and pulled out her sketchbook. She flipped through the pages until she found the drawing she had finished that afternoon. It was me — standing tall in front of a glass skyscraper. But I wasn’t wearing an apron. I wore a long, shimmering blue gown, and on my head sat a bright gold crown. “I drew this because I know who you really are,” Mia whispered, pointing at the crown. “You look like someone important, Mom. You look like a Queen. Why do you let them treat you like a servant?”

"You're all insane! What are you gonna do with her?!" "I see, a loud mouth indeed," the voice I hated the most exclaimed, causing my eyes to move from Primrose and beheld the criminals walking into the room. Amelia was standing next to Sarah, then a new face was staring directly to my eyes. As they stood next to each other, I could tell that she was different with her eyes darker than the night, skin as pale as the rare porcelain and with black wavy hair falling on her shoulder. She looked like she was in her twenties but I could be wrong because it seemed that this woman was the ancient witches they were talking about–—the Illwisch. Although she was the smallest in this room, her sole pres

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

Dad asked. "I think someone deleted the remaining footage" "Oh my God! This isn't good..Why will the bloody queen come to your house? " Mr.Richard asked. "I..I..I..I'm also confused" dad stuttered..This is the first time I've seen dad stuttering.. "Who the hell is this bloody queen?"I asked.. "The bloody queen is death herself..But I think she only kills those who has wronged her,probably in the past" Mr.Richard explained..

Something is off the plans? As I focused my hearing skills, the reason for the feeling entered my ears. "The Queen isn't wearing white. She's wearing red." "Red is a symbol of danger and destruction." "Has the King lost his mind trying to marry such a woman?" "You never know maybe she has put a spell on him." "Black magic? The Queen of Eleneas has participated in black magic? That's treason!" "Hey! Be quiet. Unless you want the Tryant to slash your neck apart."

With that, they turned around and left. Leonardis refused the white wizard's advice, and he barked at the gathered crowd, "I am Leonardis, king of the North,I call the shots, and I want to speak to the queen." A part of the crowd immediately broke down in tears, while others glared at Leonardis with disdain. I was taken aback by their reaction. The white wizard replied, "My king, unfortunately, the Queen of the South is dead." Leonardis retorted, "Then who is the next in line? I want to speak to someone in charge here. This lady is an enemy of the North, and the South shouldn't be protecting her unless they are looking for war."

The Queen steps closer, gaze searching, “Are you glad to be home?” The question lands like a grenade. Iris feels the spotlight, Cedric’s held breath, Viola’s gaping stare. "I'm grateful to be out of Black Rock, Your Majesty." The Queen's eyes travel over Iris's frame. A Beta approaches with documents, but before she turns away, she says, almost casually, "Do you know the legend of the White Wolf, Iris?" Iris blinks. Cedric stills beside her. "I... no, Your Majesty. I don’t."

" The Queen questioned as she tried pushing her body into the room to check if Richard was there. 'Richard isn't here; he said something about going into town to get some work done. I think one of his clients is here so he wants to kill two birds with a stone, I guess' I replied in full details hoping the woman will stop questioning me and just find her way. I might not really like her but with what Richard told me the other day, I find her pitiful. Not pitiful the bad way but just pitiful