Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Royal Inheritance Complete

“I don’t want to hear about this, Thayer. You’ll get engaged to the daughter of Lord Laudeau. End of discussion.” “Father!” My voice raised. I was already standing on my feet. “You won’t dare disrespect whether you are my heir or not. I’m still the future King!” I bowed. “Please, accept my apology. I don’t mean to disrespect you. Please, give me a week. That’s all I’m asking.” “You’ve been asking for expansion, Prince Thayer. I won’t give you another.” “Honey, hear him out even for the last time. Even if he failed, at least you won’t regret it, or he wouldn’t have regrets.”

He asked after my health, stayed close to protect me, and showed me endless patience. But later I overheard a conversation between him and his men. That was when I learned the truth. Even our first meeting had been arranged. Owen had known the laws of the Three Realms since childhood. Whoever the daughter of the Royal Court chose to ally with would gain the Crown’s support, and the hybrid heir born from that union would inherit the throne. That meant the power of the Royal Court would ultimately stand behind the clan she chose. So when I was only ten years old, he had already begun planning that “rescue.” He only needed to wait until I came of age at eighteen to complete the rest of his desi

In our vampire world, inheritance is governed by Blood Oath Succession. Only those acknowledged by the head of the House may inherit. Since my son was denied recognition by the Brown family— He would return with me to House Sterling. And become the future Vampire King.

)) {{ I'm way too old to have filters on my mouth kiddo, sorry }} she remained quiet then spoke (( well I suppose I'd move from my Kingdom to his because after all, you did it for uncle Kavi, my mom did it for my dad and Queen Maxine did it for King Damien so who am I to make life hard, besides it's not like I'm gonna be the one to inherit the throne from father, I was thankfully born second and have zero interest in being Queen, too much responsibility. (( what? why are you staring at me like that? )) {{ Lily are you okay? }} (( yes I'm perfectly fine, thanks for asking but why do you ask? )) {{ because dear child, I feel as though you've spent too much time with the old hag learing crap on

So, there was no point in holding back from telling what will happen. “In a month, there will be a royal wedding,” I uttered gloomily. “My birth father has found a new fiancée. And now, all the rich and high-born people are gathering in the castle to celebrate for a whole month the engagement and nuptials of the ruling couple.” “And you’re now so upset because...?” the necromancer arched an eyebrow questioningly. How did he manage to notice? Could he guess everything by the look on my face?

"I guess—" "By the way! I've read up about what happened over in Red Fang and it's commendable. Luckily you don't seem the type to be swayed by a pretty face," the old man chuckled lightly. "Up until now you've had no choice but to deal with the royals, haven't you? You don't have to associate with them anymore." Excuse me? "Remus is the heir to the kingdom." "You don't have to go to the palace all the time. Just raise him here. There's no need for you to stay in the capital. There's sacred land under your mother's name to be inherited by you."

Forget that I had been the one that had come when he called. Everything was gone when Father saw his magyckless child. The child that hadn’t been born to a witch. But Father had started speaking, and I knew even then that he hadn’t much time left. “My son.” He didn’t look at me, leaving me out of the conversation, even by name. “You will be the inheritor. You will be King Orion the Third.” He coughed, finally looking at me, a blackness in his eyes. “You are nothing better than a witch’s bastard child.” He spat. Internally, I cringed, but I didn’t break my hard expression. He couldn’t know he was getting to me.

My mum and grandmum get instant updates since they are too keen to know my whereabouts. It's nothing new. Since the instant they crowned me with the prince title, fifth-in-line to ascend the throne, I became hot property around our St. Frances Dauphin Castle. I had my own security detail since I was a day old. The day I got out of the hospital, the people were after me. The photographers were waiting outside patiently. Knees and bones on the ground, trying to take photos of me. I still have those photos of me lying around along with the Royal Insignia in my grandma's lair or maybe somewhere.

Through our bond, I sense his effort to temper his protective instincts with the understanding that I need space to continue functioning as queen, not just as a vessel for his heir. That evening, over a private dinner in the royal family's quarters, we share our news with Helena and Iris. Their joy manifests differently – Helena's dignified tears, Iris's exuberant embrace that nearly knocks me from my chair. "The first royal birth in a generation," Helena says, her composure returning though her eyes remain suspiciously bright. "And such a unique heritage." Through our bond, I feel Alaric noting the same thing I do – the careful wording that acknowledges our child's mixed bloodline without d

She had left a parting gift. I swallowed the bile in my throat, my hazel eyes turning to absolute flint as I watched the skyscrapers of the human city grow closer on the horizon. I was alone, wolfless, and cast aside by the most powerful man alive but I wasn't empty. Deep within my womb, a tiny, royal Lycan heartbeat was already beginning to pulse. I was carrying his heir and he would never know.