Lilibet Mountbatten-windsor Novels & Stories

Chapter 9 THE WILL To my amazing wife- Agatha Anne Mountbatten, my beloved children James William Mountbatten, Rayana Elizabeth Mountbatten, Charlotte Victoria Mountbatten, and Charles llI Harry Mountbatten, I leave the Archduchy of Fairefax and all its assets.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He hurriedly asked, “Grandpa Watt, what sort of grand event was that? How is it still engraved upon your mind until today?” Demi paused for a moment. Then, he dipped his finger into the wine glass and used the liquid to write big and bold words on the table, “The enthronement of the Windsor family !”

Lady Laura was slowly walking behind her. The convoy consisted of ministers and chiefs. They all walked without saying a word, as if they would be killed on the spot if they did. Then it started to pour. Covering her face with a veil, princess Isabelle finally stopped along with her brother. They had arrived at the spot. A grave had already been dug and carved unto the headstone was "Prince Gabriel Winston, 1778-1808"

In one of his political obligations, he would meet with the political leader of Ireland, Enda Kenny, in addition to William of Cambridge for the commemoration of the battle of Messines, which took place during the first world war, but demanded tributes from political figures that would extend years beyond under their cultures. Astrid, already used to the schedules of tributes and routines, settled back in her chair, looking over her shoulder at her husband, who sat directly behind her, as well as William's wife, Catherine of Cambridge, who immediately saw her looking at him sketched a friendly smile, he had a good friendship for years, the responsibilities of royalty spilled on his back, bot

So, this scent can only mean… “I hate it when people get comfortable in my position.” Isabel’s breathtaking voice said from behind him, clearing his suspicion. He swirled the chair around and came face to face with his beautiful mate. Her skin was smooth and spotless, free from any kind of cut or injury and perfectly tanned like the first time he saw her. Her black silken hair was neatly tied in her signature ponytail, while she gazed at him with her enchanting caramel orbs. After recovering from his surprised and speechless state, Dylan stood in front of Isabel in a flash, holding onto her hands, hoping deep down that this time he wasn’t seeing an imaginary Isabel.

He jumped to his feet towering over her, ‘You fucking bitch, who do you think you are?’ She stood her ground and without thinking she gave them what they wanted, lifting her head she stared at the whole Press pack and snapped ‘I am Lady Katrina Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Countess of Saxony’ Everyone know her as Katrina Saxony, she had never used her full title and she knew instantly she had made a mistake telling them, it would not be difficult for them to trace her linage back to Prince Albert, the husband of Queen Victoria, she was his Great, Great. Great Granddaughter or something like that and she was also related to Queen Elizabeth II, third cousins or maybe fourth it was a long time since she

” She went outside. Siwa followed her without saying a thing. After walking for quite a long time passing through the graveyard and forest. They found themselves on a hill. Siwa saw a gravestone with "Ratna Manggali" on it. The Empress put the lilies on it. “ong, gni brahma anglebur panca maha butha, anglukat sarining merta. mulihankene kite ring betara guru, tumitis kita dadi manusia mahatama. ong rang sah, prete namah.” She sprinkled the coconut water to that gravestone.