IF ANYTHING CAN BE GOOD 1: Be Strong

Cold Queen's Confrontation

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah," Alina screamed in agony.

"Push, push, push... come on, push," the kingdom doctor urged.

"Ah... Ah... Ah," Alina screamed loudly.

Then she heard a baby cry, and tears of joy streamed down her face.

The king entered, and everyone rose in respect. He went straight to the baby, seemingly oblivious to anyone else.

He grew furious upon realizing it was a girl.

"You claim to have a God, yet he didn't grant you a boy. Things will continue as they were before. In other words, forget you have a husband," Michael declared.

Everyone present understood his message and felt sympathy for the queen. Michael stormed out angrily.

Alina fought back tears, trying to appear strong despite her public presence as the queen.

*

Four Months Later

"Queen Alina! Queen Alina," a servant called.

"What is it, Lili?" Alina asked tersely.

Alina had become cold in the past few months, defensive, exuding an icy demeanor that intimidated others.

"The king requests your presence," Lili replied timidly, aware of the queen's changed demeanor and the king's harsh treatment towards her.

Alina handed her baby to Lili and adorned herself in a knee-length white gown, slightly off-shoulder but elegant, paired with gold high-heeled slippers.

As she entered the room, all eyes were drawn to her beauty—her fair skin, long legs, luscious lashes, and silver hair styled to perfection. She was undeniably stunning.

"My King, Grand Queen, Respected Elders, Grand Prime Minister, and Grand TrustMan, I greet you all," she curtseyed respectfully but with a noticeable coldness in her voice.

"How dare you speak to me in such a cold manner? Are you mad?" the king advanced as if to strike her, despite her polite greeting.

"Do not lay a hand on her, especially in public," the Elders intervened, preventing the king from striking Alina.

"My son, refrain from striking this woman, even if she deserves it. We are in public," the Grand Queen of Emerald Kingdom, Roselle Turner, affirmed. "We are all affected by recent events, but control your temper," she added.

Roselle then turned her anger towards Alina.

"As for you, Alina, we've summoned you to invite you to the king's wedding. I advise you not to disrupt this wedding, or I will personally ensure your downfall," Roselle warned sternly. "You can come out now, Linda," she added with a smile, gesturing to the corner.

A tall, dark-skinned woman emerged—slim, with a striking presence, though not conventionally beautiful. Linda wore an elaborate pink dress that Alina found distasteful, with two high slits revealing much of her legs.

"Darling," Michael rushed to Linda's side.

"Michael," Linda embraced him.

"My Queen..." Linda paused, eyeing Alina with disdain. "I apologize, but I couldn't help but be surprised to see this woman here. Shy Queen," she scoffed, eliciting laughter from the crowd.

Unfazed, Alina decided to speak her mind and depart.

"I suppose this was a waste of time then. Enjoy your wedding, Linda, the Queen-to-be," Alina remarked with a cold smile before promptly leaving.