White Queen: Richard Iii Novels & Stories

She moved towards were the Princes were all standing behind their little sister . In the meeting ceremony , The Queen deliberately touched the youngest handsome son of the king who didn't even understand the evil eyes of the witch but her touches weren't appropriate and was caught by "The Third Prince" , the most vicious one amongst them but he shook the head negatively and looked at his father , The king who was looking happy after such a long time The Queen was an evil woman with the spirit of witch and fox . She was best in plotting and planning and never showed her true self to the king and Infront of the Children also

Noir's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment and walked me inside. Valdus and Nala met us in the hallway with a confused look. "What happened?" "Someone tried to poison the queen" "Fuck. Do you know who?" I shook my head. "Come on" Nala took my hands and led us into the great hall. People were already there and others were still being brought in. I looked around trying to find the face of the maid that brought the drink. Kyros and a few others including Lily and Althea were led in through another door. Nala helped me sit on a chair while she sat beside me holding my hands.

The general looked like she was sure the queen was in Silvergate. If… Richard blanched at the reminder of the things he had done to her. His hands grew damp as he shook his head vigorously. “No, that is not possible. You are mistaken. She is a rogue. A nobody with no pack or wolf.” He struggled to keep his smile in place as he pointed at Adolphus. “You have heard of the queen's exploits. She singlehandedly dealt with the vampires on many occasions. Tell me you believe a wolfless rogue can do that.”

"Do you honestly believe that I would trust any of these other mother fuckers with you? Maybe the bullet in the last guys head wasn't clear enough for you. I don't trust anyone. Heth is the exception and I still don't trust him fully." "Hey. What the fuck dude? If you don't trust me then this won't work." Damion turned from me to him and I saw that smirk on his face that only means that he is either going to blow or he is up to no good. "Heth I am warning you once if anything happens to her you will be dead. I don't give a fuck if you are my second in command." Heth stated him down but he didn't say anything. He knew better than to back talk Damion. He turned and left the kitchen leaving us

Damien had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen do to a King? Especially if they still do not know what this queen is capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guests still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after

On it’s back, sits a rider in golden armour who urges the gentle beast forward while he surveys the damage done to the kingdom. The wailing women instantly become quiet, lowering their heads as the man in the golden armour rides past them, the crying children hide behind their mothers’ skirts. They don’t meet his gaze, the ones that are brave enough to do so cower instantly, shivering uncontrollably, as through the slit in his helmet, they see his cold gold eyes, the eyes of the devil himself. He pulls the reins of his horse, bringing the majestic beast to a stop at the bottom of the marble steps of the Casian Royal Palace. He pulls the golden helmet off his head, revealing locks of golden

“Sharen, I’m going to go take a look at the villages, see how the land lies.” “Umm—” “You go on working as before. We’ll sort out the unpaid taxes and the other stuff.” I was staring at my nails pensively. Who’s the treasurer? The queen’s older brother... Poor queen; black really wasn’t her color. Dressed in black, she looked like a crow sitting on a fence. Too bad she was going to wear it again. It was the color of mourning, after all. **