Your Majesty Novels & Stories

That meant that the other two horses were probably for us. "We're going to see the subjects, your people," Ma Levine said as we finally got to the horses. "You have to be accustomed to them to rule them, right? It was the Alpha's idea actually." Ma Levine led me to an elegant white horse, taking my hands as she led me to stroke the horse. I smiled as my fingers ran through the horses mane. "This is Majesty, befitting of your title," Ma Levine said with a warm smile. "Some call her the goddess of horses because of how charismatic and beautiful she is."

Not Adelaide. Majesty. Your Majesty. The words had rolled across the mountainside like prayer. Like worship. Like surrender. And every time she remembered it, something inside her recoiled. Because the woman standing there had looked like her. But not entirely. The same face. The same eyes. The same soul perhaps. Yet somehow larger. More distant. As though Adelaide had been stretched across centuries until she became something vast enough to hold an entire kingdom. The image made her stomach twist. What if that was what inheritance really meant? Not receiving something. Becoming it.