Novel & Cerita Does Prince Have A Daughter

But, he didn’t say anything and just continued to listen to Yris speaking. “The princess grew beautifully, and she is expected to be the heir to the throne.” Yris continued. “But, when she came of age, she was given a trial just like the previous kings and queens. Her father, the king, doesn’t want her to undergo the trial and just directly appoint her as his heir. But, she herself insisted.” He said. Raine’s brows raised in surprise. He thought that the princess would be a squeamish one being raised pampered in a castle. It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched.

"And who would that girl be? you won't know the girl, the girl is a very beautiful, girl" says Maya and she smiled. "she is the daughter of Prince Patrick," says Maya. "you mean Prince Patrick, the chairman of Oriental group of companies," says William Dakova, and she dropped his phone on the table, and he called his wife's attention to what had happened between them.

“You idiot! You’ve gone to investigate the wrong person. Don’t you listen properly?” “I didn’t investigate the wrong person, Sir. She now has a daughter.” “A daughter? How is that possible? No, I don’t believe so.” “She now has a daughter, Sir. Her name is Princess and she’s Four years old. Based on my research, She’s really smart and charming, And Miss Brooks loves her so much.” “No. That can’t be possible.” Ethan shook his head even though the personal Investigator couldn’t see him. “I didn’t see any ring on her finger today.”

The other princes were also at a loss. This baby girl was the daughter of the eldest prince, and she had the divine bloodline of the palace. It took him a lot of effort to snatch her over. Why did he suddenly do this?

If he was not alone, he was only ever escorting his sister, his mother or the Queen. The Prince came out of the guest room a few hours later, Jaxson wanted to check he was alright, ask why he’d called his name over the link. But he didn’t even glance in his direction before sweeping towards the stairs. Jaxson sighed silently before rising and following along with Adam. They only had a few hours before Callum and Matilda would take over for the day. The Prince turned suddenly as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t need to follow me around. It’s ridiculous.”

A number of hands shot up, seeking permission to ask the questions that were seriously jamming doors in my head. "My good people, I'm not finished yet. There's a perfectly good reason for this decision," Father continued. "By now, I know you've all heard about my daughter, Araknee. Yesterday I found out that she is a week older than Prince Adrian and therefore is next in line for the throne." Outrageous! He was cancelling my coronation because of her? He was picking her over me and didn't bloody know her! The whispers were louder now, creating a cacophony of noise.

"Thankfully he is not as rebellious as me when I was on his age." Oh. So this Prince Evan must be the son of Prince Javier and Princess Leticia. "Only that I have problem with him sometimes when it comes to girls," Princess Leticia said. Prince Evan faked a cough. "Please don't embarrass me in front of Uncle and Aunt, Mother." "Do you think that is not my problem too?" the Queen smiled. "David and Martin—" Cough. Cough. I looked at Prince David and Prince Martin. Are they all right? Seems like they have some respiratory problems.

Father and Mother hover nearby, proud as though they’ve just set me on a throne. “Citizens of Aerithia and honoured guests,” Father says when the music dips, “we present our daughter, Princess Christie Halrion, the youngest ever member of the Aerithian Parliament.” Applause rolls through the room like a wave. I smile, bow my head, and try not to think about how much of this is pageantry. Prince Ron attaches himself to my side almost immediately. “You’re the star of the night,” he says, offering me champagne. “I’m merely here to make sure you don’t get kidnapped by any of these foreign dignitaries.”

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

The Alpha King stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then at her. Then at the Queen. Then back at me. “What?” he says softly. Then louder. “What?” He steps forward, his voice breaking into a roar. “That is not an omega.” My chest tightens. “That,” he says, pointing at the woman clutched against my chest, “is my daughter.” My heart stops. “She is the Crown Princess of this kingdom.” The world fractures. I laugh once. Sharp. Broken. “No,” I say. “No, that’s not—”