Lady Dimitrescu Daughters Cassandra Novels & Stories

A version of me with much longer hair and wearing a floor-length velvet dress was pinned against one of the walls, a man dressed all in black holding a dagger to her throat. I knew her name instinctively, some long-buried part of me flickering to life. Cassandra Lumos, an orphan born and raised in Italy, who had met Prince Daniel of Fresonia at an art fair a few years prior. She was set to marry Daniel in a few weeks’ time. Until an assassin had broken into the castle, claiming to be acting on behalf of the Crown Prince, and slit her throat in the hallway. Next was Madeline Patterson, an intrepid American reporter stuck in Fresonia during the Second World War. When given the opportunity to i

On the right, there’s Rosetta and Count Eagerton’s daughter. There’s nobody Rosetta knew, so she thinks this afternoon’s tea should be very exclusive. Because only the daughter of a nobleman with great influence is invited. “It’s good to see you here, Lady Rosetta,” said princess Sarah. That pleasing tone of voice and undulating smile had a real impact on the viewer. “I heard you got sick a few days ago,” says Crystal, daughter of Marquess Ellender. Duke's daughter, Iridesa, looked worried and said, “Is lady okay? I just carry a very great medicine for a typical female ailment.”

Whenever he thought about the King's daughter, there was a storm inside him. - She?- Cassius asked him calmly. - This Demetria. What do we know about her? She is the daughter of the Dragon King. Nothing from his blood can be good. - Devin looked around, but before anyone had a chance to react, Cassius grabbed him and lifted him in the air. - Do you need to be reminded that I share the same blood with my brother? - He asked through his greeted teeth. His eyes shone gold. Devin crossed the line, and he knew about it.

She climbed off the horse with hands wrapped in a glove she dropped the hood revealing who she was. The crowd around gasped and murmured either surprised she was still alive or rather shocked she graced them with her presence with no protection and a formal royal attire. She walked with shaky legs through the crowd till her gaze fell on the dissembled corpse of her parents. She went through the five stages of grief in that moment and that was the night Daci died and then came the birth of Princess Daciana. PRINCESS DACIANA

The crying had disturbed one who had been weaned and raised on the notion that weakness was to be shown only to close family, if ever. And now she was sitting close to the fireplace, a blanket round her and a warm mug of wine clasped in her small hands. “I’m searching for my sister,” she said. “They said she had been taken across the border. I’ve never been this far south before.” “What’s your name, girl?” Drago asked, holding up his hand when he saw that Xander was about to speak. “Cassie,” she said. “That is, Princess Cassandra of Alba. And if you ever come across Adam Campbell, tell him I hate him and I wouldn’t marry him now if he were the last person in the land.”

Cassie's cape was taken and hung up. "Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Hawksworth the second and their daughter Susan." The man announced. The room went quiet and everyone turned to see Nathan and Cassie with Susan descend the stairs into the ballroom. Lord Drake stood with Nathan Aunts waiting to greet them. Cassie kissed the aunt’s cheeks. Lord Drake kissed her hand. "Nathan, you are such a lucky man to have found such a beautiful woman for your bride." Lord Drake said. Cassie blushed.

Both were somehow important, and the feeling urged her pheromones to press to the surface. “What do you mean, your heritage?” Jace asked. The anger had drained from his voice, but confusion pinched his brow. Cassy swallowed the unease building in her chest, the touch of the two men at her side helping her to push through and finally tell him the truth. “It’s what I wanted to tell you tonight. I promise I was going to tell you.” She took a breath, then said what she should’ve said a while ago. “My name is Cassandra Vermont, and my mum is Agatha Vermont, the Royal Luna and mate of King William, my father. Though he thinks we’re both dead, and we’d like to keep it that way.”

He nodded, the tightness in his expression unchanging. “Don… we dug deep. We did what you asked. And the results came back the same from every direction,” he murmured, voice hushed like he was afraid the walls might shatter from the truth. “Cassandra… She's the daughter of your family’s driver. Dante Moretti. The same man who—” he swallowed thickly, “—the same man who protected you.” The room spun. No, spun wasn’t even the right word. The world cracked.

Anita saw her daughter talking to a young lady she had never seen before so she approached them. “Mom, this is Lyra Gomez and she’s here to audition.” Catherine knew that her mother is strict about punctuality and she was ready to have her mother’s scolding but she’s eager to let Lyra have the leading role. “If there is anything that I wouldn’t let it pass is being late so there will be no late audition and no exemption.” Her mother said with a firm intonation and their conversation had caught the ballet dancers’ attention so they started eavesdropping. Catherine looked at Lyra who seemed like about to cry.

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"