Romans & histoires King Of Hearts Descendants

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

In the thirteenth carriage is Queen Nadia Oceana, King Leomaris Mare Oceana, Crown Princess Laguna Oceana, Second Princess Coralia Oceana, and Third Princess Lorelai Oceana, all descendants of Poseidon from the underwater kingdom of Oceana, they are a vassal state of the empire And in the fourteenth carriage is the first royal family of Tranzelvania: King Phoenix Bloodfallen, Queen Elvira Inferis Bloodfallen, Crown Princess Vanity Bloodfallen, Second Princess Izora Bloodfallen, Third Princess Ivory Bloodfallen, Fourth Princess Silvana Bloodfallen, and the second royal family of Tranzelvania: King Viktor Truemoon, Queen Electra Inferis Truemoon, Crown Princess Levana Truemoon, Second Princess

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

“What kind of sacrifice?” The answer arrived quietly. “The lives of royal descendants.” The room froze. Absolute stillness followed. Kael's gaze sharpened immediately. “You mean us.” “Yes.” Seraphine didn't hesitate. “Every heir connected to the First Kingdom.” A heavy weight settled over the hall. Lucien. Elyria. Kael. Myself. Even Darius. All connected by blood to the ancient kingdom. All potential targets. Everything suddenly made sense. Matthias wasn't merely chasing power.

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.

Castien. Castien. The king's older brother. The Crown Prince of Velmoria. The young man who had been twenty-three years old on the morning twenty years ago when they had laid his body on the great stone table of the great hall of the palace in the capital with his throat opened and his hands empty and his pale grey eyes still half-open and the witches of the king's wing weeping in the small private way witches weep when something has happened that should not have been possible. Castien had been dead for twenty years.

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.

"What do you mean?" Elyan's eyes were filled with regret. "The First Guardian's descendants were meant to guard the gate. The elders feared the prophecy. So they attempted to destroy the Heart forever." The Gatekeeper King lowered his head. "It failed." Seraphine closed her eyes. "They believed they had destroyed its physical form. They were wrong. The Heart divided its power." She looked directly at Kael. "And hid a fragment inside the unborn heir." Silence swallowed the battlefield.

"One that saved millions." "But cost her everything." Liana tightened her grip on the Celestial Heart. "So that's my fate?" "No." The answer came immediately. "Destiny is a path." "Not a prison." Relief flickered across Kael's face. The elderly king slowly walked toward him. "And you." "The last heir of House Asterion." Kael bowed. "I greet my ancestors." The old king studied him. "You carry your father's heart." "But also his greatest weakness." Kael looked confused.