The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: The QUEEN’S MEMORIES

The Queen turned away angrily after watching Jasmine’s display.

She wanted to do much, but as Queen, she had limits.

The royal family initially had unlimited power, but her tenth great-grandfather was too zealous with his powers and, in the end, was too much of a tyrant.

Ultimately, the wolf council was made to put the royal family in check.

She sighed as she went on. He was extremely unhappy.

"What is going on?" Her husband asked her but she ignored him as she strode down the halls and her women in waiting all anxiously following her behind.

Once she got into her bedroom, she sat, exasperated, and looked towards the horizon.

It was already late.

There was no way in hell they would be able to travel back today.

They would have to spend the night here.

"Do you need anything, your majesty?" One of the servants asked.

She wanted to say no, thank you, but then she realized that she was extremely tired and that a bath would be lovely.

"I would like a bath, please." She said.

The maids hurried away to bring the water for her to use.

When they had placed the water in the bath, she undressed and went into the tub, where she was adequately massaged, and her body was treated well.

By the time she was done, she felt utterly refreshed.

She sighed as she wore a silk night dress and went to the mirror to brush her hair.

"Can I do it for you, your Majesty? " a maid asked her.

She hasn’t combed her hair in a while.

She liked to do things for herself once in a while and not just be a queen who was treated like an invalid.

"No I shall do this by myself. You may go." The Queen said and they did as she instructed.

She didn’t have curly red hair; instead, hers was straight and long.

It was Scarlet, who had had bouncy red curls that framed her beautiful face.

She sighed as she thought of her dead daughter, and she shook her head to remove the memories. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

She knew how much pain and suffering she had endured.

How much she had blamed herself.

Then the doors opened, and her husband came in.

Even at the age of almost sixty, Roland was the most handsome man she had ever met.

Of course, it had been an arranged marriage, but they had been lucky.

It was love at first sight.

It was a fierce passion for her.