Forgotten Princesses Novels & Stories

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

"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..."

Miles joined his fingers together looking at her closely. “What exactly do you want to tell us?” Angela closed her eyes breathing in softly. “You know Prestoria right?” “You mean the kingdom that got wiped out and vanished fifteen years ago. The one about the…” Justin pondered on it for a while before getting his answer. “…princess that was the lone survivor but never was found.” “Yes, that princess is not lost. She is right here.” Kale rubbed her eyes trying to figure out what she was trying to say. “I do not get it.” Justin stroked his chin. “Where is the princess?”

Lebanon was taken aback when Priscilla drank the medicine without hesitation. "Pris, aren't you afraid that I'll poison you?" "Well, I'm almost forgotten by the world, so what's the use of poisoning me?" Priscilla said bitterly. "In fact, this was the sorrowful life of a child of the noble birth." "She was quite a useless child, so no one, including her father, would remember her. Therefore, she knew that the other servants were still treating her like a princess for other reasons." "After all, the country had sent off their princesses to marry princes of foreign countries to strengthen their power."

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.

No one knew why her title as Princess was taken down but no one mentioned it. Ophelia beat Lenora to the point that she couldn’t get up from the bed for a week. But no one came, even the number of maids under her was reduced. Lenora was known as the fallen Princess of the Vampire Kingdom. Her days weren’t good in the palace, she was plotted against many times by others, but she said nothing after her title was taken away. Despite Queen Eudora being angry with her, she always stood by the truth and righteousness side. So, her name was cleared. But that doesn’t mean she never suffered. Even the suitors she had, had gone away, she was called the leftover princess.

Down the hall, I heard heavy footsteps scrambling in panic, servants screaming, and guards shouting orders as the floor beneath them rolled like the surface of an angry ocean. I stood up slowly from the floor, my breath catching in my throat as a profound, terrifying realization washed over me. Dear Goddess. I had spent all this time relying on my body, playing delicate mind games, and using the power between my legs to manipulate Edward and survive Maria's cruelty. But I had completely forgotten who I was. I was not just a clever girl using her body to win a crown. I was Princess Philomena, born of royal wolf blood, holding an ancient, dormant power that could shatter the very stone of this

Princess Cercei was the forgotten princess of the Corona Kingdom, which goes to say that she was also Nike and Niccoli's aunt. However, they practically knew nothing next about her. Mainly because anything related to the said princess was forbidden. It was a taboo topic. At one point, the king itself even see to it that anyone who talked about Cercei's existence will be sentence to death by means of beheading. It was for this reason why the two princes almost never heard of their auntie. Yet, Niccoli had a faint memory of his wet nurse telling him a bed time story about a banished princess. No wonder he never heard from that nurse again.