Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

“But my ‘history’ here…what Kael did to me really sucked, and I want as much space from him as possible. I’m just not comfortable being friends with my rejector’s fiancée.” Too late, I realised I might have gotten Kael in trouble with that last word – did Freda know that he’d told me about her hidden identity as the lost princess? But I couldn’t make out any suspicion on Freda’s face, only what looked like a genuine disappointment. “I guess I can understand that,” she murmured, crestfallen. “I’m sorry things are so hard for you, Nadia. I hope you know I’m here if you ever change your mind.”

We are still talking about chess, he said pleasantly. Obviously. She won the third game. * * * She became aware of being watched on day ten. Not hostility — a different quality. Careful, consistent, present at the far edge of rooms. She had learned not to look directly. Direct attention made him reassemble the public version, which told her less than the unguarded one. She had become interested in the unguarded one. Day twelve: library doorway, she and Vael over the Hartmoor maps. Day thirteen: the garden wall, Pip demonstrating the cut angle at enormous concentration.

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

He then carefully poured the potion down the princess's throat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and a serene expression settled over her face. Jack smiled to himself, knowing that his plan had worked perfectly. He had erased the princess's memories of Jacquard and rewritten history to make it seem like he was the one who had saved her. He felt a sense of satisfaction and triumph, knowing that he had outsmarted his brother and secured the admiration of the kingdom.

"I don't know where you're getting at but, since the great Zachary Anderson has resulted to desperation, this should be interesting. Go on." "Very well..." I'm stirring the glass with liquor. "Once upon a time, there was a lost princess, a successor to a grand kingdom. She was arranged to be in a kingdom far away. Innocent as she is, she didn't know anyone. She is shy and never really stood out. Despite all, she's very smart and not to mention rich..."

Her encounters with Alcides, the mysterious figure lingering in the shadows, awakened a sense of curiosity and yearning that transcended the boundaries of social hierarchy. In the grand tapestry of Athenian history, Princess Callista was a pivotal thread—a woman who dared to dream beyond the constraints of her station, and whose path intersected with a Thracian gladiator seeking freedom amidst the echoes of conquest. The story of Callista unfolded not merely as a royal tale but as a journey of self-discovery, love, and the pursuit of a destiny uniquely her own.

Rhae chuckled to herself. "I just came here to-" He paused, realising he couldn't disclose that he came here to check on how she was doing. That he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how gorgeous she was. "I came here to brief you on your next assignment as plans have changed. The Princess has gone missing, and we can use this to our advantage. Spies have reported the King has turned into a madman, there is little chance you can seduce him with his daughter missing as well. So your task is to find the Princess, return her to the king as a member of the Amiran guild and convince him to host a celebration ball of his daughter's return. Then at the party, you will convince him to marry you

Turning to look at the queen, she said, "her name is Katherine. Kathy for short." "Nice name" the queen replied before saying goodnight to Meela. When Meela got back home, she placed the princess on her bed and stared at her happily. She couldn't believe that her plan had been successful. Now, all she needed to do was to ensure that the princess never left the kingdom until the day she died. At first, she thought of killing the princess so her mind would be at rest and she would never have to worry about being discovered. But, she was afraid of the repercussions. She didn't know if killing the princess would lift the curse and she wasn't in a condition to go back to the forest and ask the wi

"Over the years the gossips about the princess's birth have died down and the only thing people know and remember her by is her dark skin and unusual hair." Zenas mulled over everything he was saying. It made great sense and he could see the play come together. He hadn't thought a chance of escape would come easily but this had come sooner than expected and while it was not an easy escape it was better than any of the risky ones he had had in mind. It suddenly dawned on him that he would miss Cleopoda, the abandoned princess, her name translated to Hated Queen and it suited her - although a bad name she somehow made it beautiful. Her rare smile flashed through his mind and a bittersweet mome

Frost said in a low voice and also picked up a small bag from the box that has gold coin inside it. Frost didn’t know how much she would be needing, so she decided to bring more gold coins for reassurance. She also found no information from the memories the Princess shared with her since the Princess once in a blue moon went out. The Princess was isolated. She felt sad whenever someone called her a cursed so she rarely goes out. So, it is really reasonable that Frost could not find any information. Wearing the black cloak, Frost stealthily jumps in the window of her room. She gracefully and almost soundlessly landed in the garden. She narrowed her eyes when she felt countless presence, hidin