
Born to be His Queen
Diana Bitterly · Completed · 73.7k Words
Introduction
I arched my back, pressing my body against his, wanting to feel every inch of him against me.
He moved down, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire as he made his way to my breasts.
He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, while his hand massaged the other one.
I moaned louder, my hands tangled in his hair, urging him on.
Adeline slowly opened her eyes, her heart filled with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. It had been two long days since she had given birth to her precious child, and now she was finally awake, ready to embrace the new chapter of her life. However, what awaited her was far from the blissful scene she had imagined.
To her dismay, Adeline found herself in the midst of a heated argument between Cecelia and Alexander, her mind struggling to comprehend the sudden tension that hung in the air. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to piece together the fragments of her memory, desperately searching for answers. It was as if her mind had momentarily betrayed her, leaving her vulnerable and disoriented.
Just as quickly as her memory had slipped away, it came rushing back like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Adeline's worst fears resurfaced, threatening to engulf her in a sea of despair. She discovered that Cecelia had cunningly maneuvered her way back into the castle, shattering the fragile peace that Adeline had fought so hard to establish.
The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. How could Cecelia, who had caused so much pain and turmoil in the past, be allowed to infiltrate their lives once again? Adeline's heart ached with a mixture of anger and betrayal, her mind racing to find a way to protect her child and herself from the clutches of this manipulative woman.
As Adeline absorbed the gravity of the situation, a fire ignited within her. Determination surged through her veins, fueling her resolve to reclaim the peace and happiness that had been stolen from her. She knew that she couldn't let Cecelia's presence in the castle dictate the course of her life any longer.
Chapter 1
Alexander’s firm grip enveloped my hand as he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. Murmurs swirled around me, barely audible beneath the heavy haze of my fading consciousness. I fought to open my eyes, but they remained sealed. Trapping me in a dark, unyielding void. It felt as though I were falling, drifting deeper into the darkness.
Time seemed to slip away, leaving me unsure of how long I had been unconscious. The world around me was unfamiliar, and disorienting. I could not tell where we were or how far we had traveled. Though voices murmured nearby, their words were indecipherable. A day once filled with joy had twisted into something unrecognizable, shadowed by pain and uncertainty.
Agony ripped through me, unrelenting, as though my body were being torn apart from the inside. I was lost in a sea of suffering, with no escape. It felt endless as if I would never be free from it. At last, the torment seemed to ease. I found myself lowered onto the soft embrace of a plush mattress. Despite my efforts, my eyelids refused to part, holding me captive in this dark, silent world. The sounds of commotion around me faded into the background. Swallowed by the overwhelming weight of my exhaustion.
Time, which had seemed so fleeting before, now stretched endlessly. Days seemed to pass in the silence, my senses dulled by the pain. The urgency in the voices around me tugged at my awareness. I could not focus on anything but the relentless ache consuming my body.
A sudden surge of unbearable pain brought me back to the present, as if my body were about to ignite. Then, piercing through the haze, I heard the unmistakable cry of a newborn. Relief flooded me. My child was born. They were safe. The pain began to wane, leaving me breathless but grateful. I sank deeper into the soft bedding, trying once again to open my eyes. This time, they responded, though the world was still blurred and distant.
Slowly, the mist lifted, and I blinked against the light that filled the room. Shapes came into focus. Blurry at first, but gradually sharpening. The first thing I saw was Alexander, standing before me, holding a small bundle of blankets in his arms. His face was unreadable, caught in a quiet argument with Cecelia. They were unaware that I had awakened. I tried to speak, but my throat was parched, and no sound emerged. Instead, I reached out, brushing Alexander’s arm. He was startled by my touch, his gaze snapping to mine.
“Adeline, you are awake,” he said softly, relief flooding his voice.
I gestured toward the pitcher of water beside him, too weak to speak. He swiftly placed the baby in the cradle and poured a glass of water, bringing it to my lips. I drank slowly, savoring the coolness. My throat burned less now, though my voice was still a rasp.
“How long have I been asleep?”
Alexander's face softened, worry etched into his features.
“Two days.”
His eyes reflected both relief and lingering concern. The news made my head spin. Two days lost to darkness and pain.
“What happens now, Alexander?”
He squeezed my hand gently.
“I have dealt with the council and quelled the rumors.”
“Our place remains secure.”
“We will move forward.”
A weight I had not realized I was carrying lifted, and I sighed with relief. Alexander seemed to sense my unspoken desire to see our child. He carefully lifted the baby from the cradle and placed him in my arms.
“Meet our son,” he whispered, his voice full of pride.
I looked down at the tiny face peeking out from the blankets. At that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the three of us. The peace was short-lived. Cecelia, who had been standing nearby, cleared her throat sharply, shattering the quiet. Her eyes flicked between Alexander and me, a cold smile on her lips.
“It is good to see you awake, Adeline,” she said, her tone thinly veiled with disdain.
I forced myself to remain calm, focusing on my child’s innocent eyes.
“Have you named him yet, Alexander?”
I asked softly, ignoring Cecelia’s intrusion. Alexander smiled at me.
“I thought you would want to choose his name.”
I hesitated for only a moment before the right name came to me.
“Andrew,” I said firmly.
“His name is Andrew.”
The baby cooed softly, and a smile spread across Alexander’s face.
“Andrew,” he repeated, his voice filled with conviction.
“A name worthy of a king.”
Before the moment could settle, Cecelia’s voice cut through the air.
“Nathan is your firstborn, Alexander.”
“Do not forget that.”
Alexander’s gaze hardened.
“Nathan was born of a mistress.”
“He has no claim to the throne.”
Her smile faltered, but Cecelia was not easily deterred.
“The law states that if the child of a mistress is born before the heir, he may still ascend the throne, should the king deem him more fit.”
A cold unease settled over me as I glanced at Alexander, hoping he understood the weight of her words.
“Nathan will only take the throne if Andrew proves unfit.”
“Or if he dies before coming of age,” Alexander replied coldly.
Cecelia’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing more. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed from the room, leaving us in tense silence. Alexander exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
“I am sorry, Adeline.”
I reached for his hand, offering him a small smile.
“There is nothing to apologize for.”
He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a brief, tender kiss.
“I thought I had lost you.”
“You can never lose me, Alexander.”
We sat together; our baby nestled between us. A nurse entered quietly, taking Andrew for his feeding. Alexander’s hand remained in mine as we watched her rock our child, a sense of calm finally descending after the storm.
“You should rest.”
Alexander held me close as we lay down. His presence was a steady comfort. Wrapped in his warmth, I drifted into sleep. The worries of the world faded as the peace of the moment embraced us both.
Last Chapters
#61 Epilogue: A Kingdom's Legacy
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#60 The Crowning of a King
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#59 The Day Before the Crowning of a King
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#58 Nathan's Departure
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#57 Cecelia and Matthew's Execution
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#56 Cecelia and Matthew's Sentencing
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#55 Capturing Two Murderers
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#54 The Second Assassination Attempt
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#53 The King's Funeral
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#52 Planning the King's Funeral
Last Updated: 5/13/2025
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