White Queen: Richard Iii Novels & Stories

He obeyed her every order and aimed to please her to her utmost satisfaction, in all ways. The Red Queen's castle was as her name implied; the curtains were red, the hallways were red, some walls in the main hall were painted red and a mix of white and black. Her silk sheets were drenched in blood red dye and there, her general ravaged her body in passionate sex.

But as it drew closer under the flickering streetlight, my stomach twisted. No. Not him. The figure moved like someone dragging their limbs through wet sand. Her eyes were a milky white, her face pale and blistered, half-burnt like wax left too close to the fire. Her blackened dress fluttered even though there was no wind. The woman. Her. The Witch. I stood frozen. Couldn’t even scream. She didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stared at me with those blind eyes like she could see right through my skin. Like she could see the brand she’d carved into my flesh.

Lastly, he places two of his most trusted warriors at the commons to guard the flag. Two white wolves sit on either side of the white flag Nicholas had stuck into the ground in the commons. The flag dances in the wind, illuminated by a sliver of moon in the sky. Morrigan sits facing northwest, where the crack in the cliff is, while Ander faces south, down the road to the main entrance. They sit in absolute silence, their ears swiveling to catch any possible sound and their tails flicking impatiently behind them.

"When did you get so good at encouragement?" "Since I bonded with a mate who needs occasional reminders that she's extraordinary." He kissed my forehead gently. "Now come. Let's go show my Court their new Queen." The throne room was full. Every noble, every important wolf in the Court had assembled. And in the front, I saw familiar faces—Maya, Lyra, Zara, Ash. And Kael, standing apart from the others, his expression carefully neutral. Victor was there too, watching with calculating eyes.

Only one Queen. This was not some drama or novels where a gorgeous, arrogant, overbearing filthy rich Prince fell in love with a commoner and lived happily ever after. This was reality! If he chose Sisley, for sure, without a doubt, his family would disown him. It was not like; he was the only one who was a male in the family. He still have cousins vying for the throne. He just so happened to be the oldest male next to his father and uncle.

This was the main reason why I created the ritual. What I never expected was to have the royal line ruined by itself. The only way to pass the ritual is to have a good heart, which Mery had for sure. The annoying voice of the Queen shouted while claiming that she was innocent and the witch was playing dirty games with her. As a matter of fact, no one cared if she was innocent or guilty. Most of the people here wouldn't miss the occasion of bashing a royal family member. As for now, the scene moved from the Queen to her husband, who wasn't making any effort to hide how much he was struggling right now.

I never imagined he lost his only child as well. Jessica scoffed, shooting me a snide look, "You're definitely as dumb as you look," Her crew chuckled and she sauntered towards me, bumping her shoulder against the brunette, effectively pushing her to the side, "Do you not read your history books? Or are there no books where you live?" I frowned, stunned at her behavior, "Excuse me?" Her coffee-brown eyes narrowed even further and I returned the gesture, She glared down at me contemptuously as she continued, "The Queen died birthing him, hence why the King never married all these centuries, torn about losing his mate and son the same day."

But when people were angry, they fought harder. The nobles couldn't leave. Leaving meant dealing with the angry common people outside. "They weren't children!" Richard snapped, the mask he wore cracking to reveal the ugliness he carried inside. "They were monsters!" Several guards paused, realizing now that Evie's words weren't lies. "You made one fatal mistake, however, in your grand plan…" Evelyn said, trailing off. My mother drew her cutlass. "You didn't kill the Queen," my mother finished. "Everyone knows the Queen is the strongest piece on the board, Richard. You've killed my children. My husband. You committed treason."

He says. Richard smiles with a mischievous grin and then, the sound of someone crying out in pain could be heard from my right ear, it was the queen and Erika. Someone from behind had stabbed them through their heart with Daniel's sword. I could not believe my eyes, her men had turned against her. No, it wasn't her men. It was him. Richard. "I guess I won't be needing you anymore dear mother. I can continue this myself thank you very much. You got what you wanted, I don't suppose her reign as queen has any time limit." He says to Delets who shakes his head. "Then that's a plus for me. You'll die here with only ever being a ruler in name and not having the throne. So that means I can still ke

I didn’t wait for her to take another step…I ran straight into her arms, burying my head against her chest as she held me tight. When she finally pulled back, her hands skimmed over me, checking every inch as if to make sure I was really standing there, whole and unharmed. Only when she was satisfied did she turn to face the men in the room. “You all kept us waiting, what’s going on here?” she demanded, throwing her hands in the air. Marcus grinned. “Richard is trying to kill the King. Again.” “Richard!” she scolded, smacking his arm. “We talked about this! You promised not to attack your daughter’s husband! How many times do I have to remind you?”