Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Royal Inheritance Complete

)) {{ 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.

If they had a child, those inheritances would all go to Harry's name. Perhaps this was why he was eager to have a child with her after they got married. No one was more upset and despaired than Harry when they had lost the child that day. She thought he really cared about that child. But it turned out that he was upset because he had lost the inheritance which he'd almost obtained. She had to admit Harry was very good at acting. He was so good that she believed that he was truly deeply in love with her over the years. Now, it was time to wake up from the dream he had personally created for her.

"What do you mean 'was'? You don't want to be the crown princess anymore? That is why you ran away secretly?" "It's not that I don't want it, but as what I have told you, I need to do some things here because of the agreement I had with the old man. Actually, this 'old man' I'm talking about is the legendary magical healer from the west. Our queen, Queen Romina was poisoned by the poisonous flower Lily of Morte during the day of my coronation as the crown princess. No healer could make the cure aside from the magical healer so I traveled with the princes to the West Evergreen Forest. But unfortunately, the magical healer communicated with me privately and offered me the agreement. He will gi

"I didn't give her a chance to talk.", Harry said expressing his frustration. "She had ignored me for months, and all of a sudden, she just waltzed in after all the hurt she had caused me. I just didn't want her to reject me again." Anastasia felt Harry's pain, she understood why Harry had resorted to a contract marriage. Harry had fallen in love and had gotten burnt. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you that night", Harry said, "I found out that I have to remain married for six months otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to my nephew. "