Novel & Cerita White Queen: Richard Iii

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

Ophelia is the first to greet us with a warm hug, as do the other three witches. Darius leads Ash away as Ophelia ushers me inside her little house; this seems like some sort of tradition as the witches gather around me, fixing jewels into my hair before Ophelia pulls out the most beautiful ruby red gown. I gasp as it shimmers in the light. Ophelia smiles as she says, “Ruby is the colour of our Dragoon Queen.” “It’s beautiful”, I whisper as she replies, “Just like our Queen.” I look in the mirror once the witches are finished, and I hardly recognise myself; my hair is pinned high on top of my head with curls cascading down. The jewels are pinned in place, and my make-up matches the gown.

Sincerely, Edmund IV, King of Mercia, and Menapii Rosette was angry; angry that he would appoint a new lady to her household without consulting her. She wondered if he had tired of Josephina and found another. Was this new lady a conquest he wanted to keep close? In her mind, she decided to go along. If she could help it, the girl would not stay long. Reluctantly, the Queen allowed her ladies to dress her. She instructed them to dress her in her finest. Rosette decided to show she was STILL the Queen. In her sitting room she awaited the arrival of her new Lady-in-waiting.

Cole raises a brown " to kill their Queen" I say, but they all have confused expressions on their faces " but the Queen Is Dead already right?, i mean this woman in the picture " roman points at the page " yes but the linage is still ongoing" " oh no.." James covers his mouth. " that means Emerald...." " yes exactly ,Emerald is the next witch queen, which means to get rid of all the witches you need to take care of their Queen first" I tisk my hand

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

“Because I caught her dyeing her hair.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard. “What?” Diana and I gasped at the same time. Laura sighed softly. “It’s true,” she said. “The Queen’s hair isn’t naturally white.” My mind reeled. White hair—the mark of a chosen Queen. The divine sign. The proof that the goddess had placed her favor on a woman. “You’re joking,” I muttered. Peter shook his head. “No. She was desperate. With the death of her sister, it came down to her and Hendel. There was no one else fit to take the throne.”

Oden asks with a protuded eyes. " its concerning the maiden whom you unjustly accused of stealing the signet ring" Richard barked. His eyes wild, ready for a bloody confrontation. " And what about her?" " You handed he over to Frenger!" Richard cries out. " And so?, She deserves death." " Death?, death for what?. Death for standing up for herself against a so-called king?," Richard then laughs, his voice cracking and his eyes watery. " I leave to get her, she is my choice bride" Richard said bluntly, turning to leave.

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe