Heirat. นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The Haribeorts who are the original owners of Southamberston do not follow the norms of inheritance. The father to son or closest male relative rule for inheritance does not exist for Haribeorts.” “Their legacy has always been father to the oldest offspring, whether it is a male or female.” “The only exception is when the heir passes the inheritance to the next in-line.” Carl continued “Let’s say, the eldest daughter who is the heir marries off to a distant land or another dukedom where managing both estates is more than she can handle; She can pass her birthright to her next sibling.” “That is such a fair system.” Mira nodded in appreciation before asking “But isn’t the law of the land…...

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

"There might… there might be one avenue. A loophole. An interpretation so archaic, so rarely considered, it’s practically forgotten." Damien’s head snapped up. "What loophole?" "The Heir Clause," Franklin said slowly, choosing his words with deliberate care, "specifies a 'direct, legitimate heir of the body born to the Principal Beneficiary or his lawful spouse.'" My breath hitched. "Born." The word was a physical blow. Damien flinched almost imperceptibly.

"And I will be naming her as heiress to my estate." Heir— What?! My heart stops as I stare at my father and wait for the part where he says he's just pulling my legs, this is a joke....

Something that was waiting for an Heir. To Be Continued...

"Then... we already have Bhavanit, the true male heir. There's no need for another heir, whether that is stripping him of titles and land or,...." Her words hung in the vaulted chamber long after she was gone, sharp as the talons they both kept hidden beneath their finery. "I understand," The King finally declared, before resting a hand on his chin as he asked further of her before he allowed her to take leave. "I also understand that our heir Bhavanit is days from sealing his betrothal with the Flamingo royal line in a grand ceremony. The last thing this kingdom needs is the stench of fratricide wafting into that union."

She asked. "Yes. He'll soon turn one year old after me and I get married. We will adopt Perseus so he can live with us." "Perseus will be your heir?" Aelice asked, wearing a reluctant and nervous smile. "He's my first-born son, and with the blessing of the Alpha King, who plans to claim Perseus as his grandson. You're not wrong, Aelice. Perseus will be my heir." "B-But since the Alpha King didn't honor the marriage that you once had with Claudius. Everyone in the realm will see Perseus as a mere bastard." Aelice held my hand tighter, and she stepped closer to me.

“You might think you have the throne, but even kings follow rules.” “Yeah?” his voice dropped. “And what rule is that?” Grayson stepped in smoothly. “If you think you can just knock up some random girl and parade the baby as your heir, you’re dead wrong.” “Exactly,” Eleanor added. “Your father and our founding laws require more than blood. The heir must come from a family, a union. One you’re committed to. One that reflects our legacy. Not another mistake.” “So what—” Roman scoffed. “You’re telling me I have to secure a family first?”

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'