My Dear Avid Readers, Five Chapters to go before it will be completed and I want you to know that I am beginning to edit the first three chapters that means that even if it will be completed the structure will be changed. Please bear with me as I tageted to finish it before my 40th birthday as my gift to myself. I knew that it was still in a rough journey but overtime as editing will be made I strongly believe that this will turn to a fine inspirational novel. My intention is to inspire you who just like me might encounter hardships but like Marie Sieran who never gave up even if she is humiliated, belittled, bullied, etc. in the story, just remember You are created with a purpose. Gud ved alt, så lad os stole på ham for, hvad der kan ske. Jeg ved ikke hvorfor dette
Apart from what he remembered, the doctors discussed that he was suffering from anterograde amnesia, in which he had lost his ability to form memories after the accident. This was because of the traumatic head injury he experienced.Despite his refusal, she continued to see him. One day, while he was still sleeping, she opened her email and saw an article from the royal website.“Princess Sharl’s identity revealed!” Marie could not form the word in her mind as she knew that already. However, she wondered who her closest associates were. Marie placed her right hand in the prince’s hands and began to sing the songs she had composed after he showed that he had forgotten her.You Are My VioletsOn the bank of the river, I sit.Watching swans talk and swim happily,Robins sing merrily while the sun smiles.As the curtains open, there is a round of applause.I was about to open them when I noticed you.You stand confidently holding a floweredViolets, which are my dear heart's love,They kne
Marie’s face turned red, but as she absorbed everything, it slowly turned white. With her left hand holding the envelope, her right hand found the bottled water inside her black Louis Vuitton bag and drank. She knew that her allergy might hurt her again. Therefore, to lessen the pain as it was likely to come back, she promised herself to drink water as the doctor advised.Out of the corner of her eyes, Marie saw the two royal guards coming their way. The envelope was placed in her bag, using a magazine as a cover in case CCTV could track it. It was then that she was grateful that the old woman understood what she wanted to convey when she blinked her eyebrows and showed blankness in her eyes. She looked behind her.“See you at the back of the next building on the big oak tree facing the lake.”As she walked, the woman nodded, and before the two guards arrived from each side, they had already parted ways.“Hej, Ma’am Marie Sieran. "We are wondering if there is anything we can help you w
“Mother, let me hear the whole truth, please!” Marie sounded emotional as she stood facing the old Sophia, who was looking at her. It seemed that the white horse could understand how heavy her heart was. She hurried back to the castle.Seeing Le in a video call, Marie's eyes welled up with tears as she scanned the pictures. Marie was wearing her headset and had a sad expression on her face as she asked them the truth.“It’s a long story to tell, Mar. All I knew was that you were our eldest. When we left you, you had been in the hospital for five days. I remember the day when we had to bring you home. In fact, I told your father and aunt that your eyes and nose were different from the ones I had after giving birth to you. Of course, we knew that you had a harelip.”Marie paused. She wiped her nose with her white handkerchief and faced the window. Her laptop, which she used, was left on her study table. The laptop’s camera traced where she was."I'll send an email with pictures and the w
“I don’t know. They simply stated, "I resemble you." Marilyn said this timidly as she approached Marie on Eleven Madison Avenue near the Craft restaurant near 7th Avenue.Marie dialed her mother’s Messenger account and agreed that the family would have a video call between the two of them.“Marie is right. The two of you are twins!” For some, Le's high pitch was off-putting, but for those who knew her, it was her natural voice.Lan nodded. “How come? Of course, we knew that Marie was our eldest and only child that day.”“Maybe it is just a coincidence,” Jek said as he ate a sweet potato in the background.Von and Yen agreed, too. But their distant relative asked both Len and Lan what the truth was.Len was confident in giving the details, but suddenly Marie called.“You said that Smith is her family name?” Lan asked.Instead of picking up her cellphone, Marie opened her laptop and turned to her father instead of asking her mother.“I remember the foreigner that I met that day. I met hi
They were going to be married in three hours, but the prince did not even bother to come and speak to her.At 9:00 in the morning at Copenhagen's Roskilde Cathedral, Marie was in her lace and satin ivory gown while Prince Mharl wore his Danish military uniform. It was covered live, and the whole universe knew about that special occasion. The Philippine president and the first lady of Marie’s country came to Denmark for her wedding. The relationship between Denmark and the Philippines has been repaired. Finally, the cold war ended, and Marie was happy to bring light to her fellowmen.Meanwhile, only the loyal and trusted staff of the castle knew the true identity of the prince, thus Marie's real background. The queen miraculously regained her health on the day of the wedding. The prince did his best, which was to follow his parents.After two and a half hours, the wedding was over, and the happy couple was on their way to Amalienborg Palace. They were in the middle of the road, headed f
“This room is amazing and breathtaking. Fill with vast archives of documents and artifacts neatly stacked in museum collection storage. What is that smallest thing on the small bottle?” Prince Mharl exclaimed silently that almost coming out loudly from his mouth that moved a bit while the king and queen were talking to the excellency of the Philippines, President Reynam Devam. Of course, he knew them all. Is not art one of his favorite subjects now at Tranegårdskolen school in Denmark? The Presidential Security Group (PSG), uniformed men, and maids were everywhere. Suddenly, he turned his head as if a compass trying to form a circle. He found everyone was preoccupied. He got up from his chair slowly, stretched his legs as he took some tiny steps, and stood confidently while mimicking other visitors curiously looking at things deeply at first sight. That was partly true, but the real reason was that boredom took him in a few hours already as he sat alone on a mahogany pastel couch in a
Another letter of invitation from the Malacañang Palace arrived at the royal castle in Denmark. This was the second invitation they received a few years ago when they went there to give help. Soon, the royals were in the palace again. Now, the president wanted them to see some of the major changes that happened in the area. As they walked farther, they were all amazed except for Prince Mharl, who was not in the mood to talk and his mind flew back to the castle. In his senior year, he was the one to lead the group in their class, and besides his crush was there. This made him want to go home right away rather than join the trip to the Philippines again. They turned right. A glass door automatically opened and the four guards were at their post at the entrance to meet them. Now, the president stood still suddenly, bowed his head, and gestured for everyone to enter. They were now in the dining hall overlooking the river and the garden on the other side. “Prince Mharl, why not look at t
Marie was in deep thought as she tried to find her things. She was in her melancholic mood. More than a decade already after she left Iloilo for good. “If only I can go back to Iloilo now. I, perhaps still enjoy seeing the greenery, playing games, and talking with my friends and relatives. But my parents are here. They love their work. We are four in the family now. Hard to be the eldest. I need to finish my assignments, so I can watch my siblings outside.” Marie thought while looking for her notebooks. She reached them together with her books at the upper part of the shelf, and an envelope appeared which was full of papers. She decided to arrange them. Then, she smiled when she saw a few pictures on the folded paper. She vividly remembered everything. In San Miguel, Barotac Viejo, Iloilo, the place where she spent her childhood years, she and Lou had memories she treasured now and then. “I have enough. Want to add? Look at the other branches,” Marie urged Lou, her bestfriend, who a