Naime Sultan Novels & Stories

I turned to look at her as I was gripping Aiden’s hand. “So you know what I was then?” I asked her quietly before she smiled. Nana was staring into the fire now as she was gazing thoughtfully. “There’s only one person on the whole island that was named after Arabella. Princess Arabella Dragomir, the current monarch after her parents died in a shipwreck. I supposed you were coming here to get away from the responsibility that was handed to you so suddenly, am I right?” she said before I nodded. I don’t trust my voice to not break at this moment and with Aiden on the bed.

Arlo says to me. "That's not his name" I say to them. "His name is Prince Nathair of the Serpentine Dynasty, The only Prince to be born of a Queen. As the oracle states, a mistake. One who does not belong. His mother certainly didn't accept him. He was raised by the servents of the Palace. His mother the former Queen, only acknowledged him in formal occasions for the sake of appearances" "Ahhh mummy issues. Classic" Arlo laughs. "It certainly explains his strive for power and his treatment of women" Janice adds. "Nathair, Hmmm I assume it means snake?" Dante adds, I only nod in return.

"My name is Rosalia Grevaldia, it is an honor for me to meet His Majesty Prince Nathan!" ***

*** Writer’s POV: The next day, when the sultan left the palace, with his Queen, Asahd decided to once again, disobey his dear parents. He invited a group of girls that worked for his infamous friend, Abdul, and were shameless women. Escort girls, in other words.

Concealing her in himself, he smelled her with a desperate touch. Now he had returned, the king of the heart of the Queen of the Sultanate of Ivan. He, who had failed even as a successful person in his world, who had lost his first love in the greed of progress. This Alian, being a failed and lonely person in this world, having suffered hardships, this time only sought relationships and got them all. He was the prince of a kingdom, he has his family. When he came here, he was made the king of Renam Kingdom after the formal ceremony.

I'm not used to being pampered and all that. . Jasmine ➡ By the gods.... Uhm... My name is Jasmine.. . Sadiq ➡ Jasmine!? What a lovely name.. And from where are you, jasmine? . Jasmine ➡ Nishkapur... I'm the daughter of sultan Ali and princess of Nishkapur. . I saw still as I heard her statement.. And then I began to laugh... The girl was surprised and shocked... I couldn't believe it.. She a princess... Okay.. She's beautiful.. But a princess... No way.

She sighed and sat back on the chair. "Sir, can I eat now?" Zyan asked and regretted it after earning a death glare from Sultan. He readjusted on his chair. "You, what's your name again?'' "Zyan Santorini" Sahir looked at him thinking something. He felt his name familiar. "So Mr. Santorini, I am sorry but I can't let you marry my daughter. She is young, she has her own future and she doesn't need any man for now. " Sahir said wiping his mouth with a napkin and kept it on the table.

Because he was old, he was called great-grandfather. This great-grandfather Senggulu has three children who are all girls. His eldest daughter is married to Kyai Qomis Tunggulwulung who has the Palembang Darussalam Sultanate breed. Since marrying Kyai Qomis, the eldest daughter of Buyut Senggulu has held the title Nyimas which is the nobility title of the Palembang Sultanate. The Grisee people then called him Nyai Mas.

“Young Princess, the King doesn't trust your beloved fully.” “He has a name, Hakeem.” “Hakeem. We can't let him rule Salem-Zul most especially because he's a commoner. Therefore, he shall be King in paper only, you will be Queen. You'll rule the Kingdom alone and can only seek his advice once in a while.” Sunitra looked at Kaiden with worry, “But–”

A slight curtsy was her gesture to the King. “It was good to see you, King Rahman. May I present to you myself, Princess Naya of Oceanid Kingdom of the North, the rejected mate of your son, Prince Takif of Hirudinea Annelida Kingdom.” Everybody’s jaws seemed to fall out of their faces, including me. I gape in awe at the lady before me. Rejected, she said? So, that means I was not the only fool around here. I smirked at the irony of that idea.