White Queen: Richard Iii Novels & Stories

He questioned again as he began feeling anxious at what the woman might say. Jingfei lightly nodded her head, “Yes, her eyes.” Jingfei paused for a while as she tried to remember something, “They'd have the same eye color and the same eye structure. Those beautiful emerald greenish eye colors that always captivates me." Jingfei muttered and stared at Alexander's eye. Alexander was praying that the woman wouldn't notice his expression, "I think it is just your imagination that your mistaken mother has a resemblance with the royal family. Have you personally met them?" Alexander asked.

Ray asked confused. “It’s a long story, and one that is not mine to tell. Just know that she does in fact hate the name. Anyways, you said there are 3 ways for this person to obtain the crown?” I said and Ray nodded his head once. “Yes. First would be to marry the King. Second would be that the King would have to have it in writing in a last testament that only became effective upon his death. Third would be if she challenged the King and won. Now all of these can still happen even with Alida here, but her presence does throw a wrench into this person’s plans, because now not only does she have to worry about the King but now she has to get Alida out of the picture first.” Ray rambled on aga

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

Sylvain ignored me, recalling the next line—apparently he had an exemplary memory. I scrubbed a hand down my face, "We stole the throne. We've been stealing it ever since. The rightful heir hasn't sat on the throne for a very long time but the golden-winged one will regain her throne. The throne will return to its rightful owner. From throne to throne." "Well that clears the last line of that paragraph," Sylvain said, "how did your kind figure out it meant wings?" "They were talking about a throne and only the purest rule. Purest have white wings so obviously when they said golden and not white that was what they were referring to," I explained.

I asked as I read through an email about the next gathering of royal spouses. “Air-iss-uh,” Trick answered from where he leaned on the doorframe. He wore dark blue fitted dress pants with a white button shirt and a vest that matched his pants. His dark hair hung over his eyes, begging for me to brush it back. “That’s what I thought,” I said, looking at him over the top of my laptop screen. “And there’s no werewolf queen right?” “Not for the current king,” he confirmed. “Andreas just turned twenty-one, though, so I imagine it will be sometime soon.”

I said staring at their brightened eyes. “ Your wish is our Oath, your majesty” They all chorused at the same time. Whoever this is, should watch out. Just because The king is on the battlefield doesn't mean his Queen is unprotected. And when I finally lay my hands on this lady in black, I won't have mercy.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Jessica began, "Sabrina saw Athena in…" "It is 'the Queen'!" Richard roared in anger, correcting Jessica and shocking everyone with his outburst. The elders exchanged glances with each other before fixing their gazes on the king. Richard did nothing to hide his brewing animosity towards Jessica as he glared squarely at her, causing Jessica to lower her gaze and apologize. "I am sorry, your Majesty." Richard let his gaze fall on Sabrina, who was seated right next to Jessica. "Well, why don't we hear from the horse's mouth? What did you see, Sabrina, and what happened afterward?" he queried coldly.

Queen Winnie responded with a nod, “We’ll find them.” Isaac started to get upset and I mind linked the images of the four rogues to him. I could see Isaac visibly relax a little, “Well, it looks like you have four rogues with you and they are masking their scents. But I know what they look like now. You see that lady you saw at the door? She is Queen Winnie of the white witches.” Zev’s eyes widened, “Then I have nothing else to say to you. Kill me if you want to, but you aren’t getting anything more out of me.”