Novel & Cerita Novel The Forgotten Princess

Then suddenly I was waking up in a different place, in a different position, and in an entirely different place. I was in a bedroom, a comforting bedroom with the former royal crest of Valoria hanging on a wall. At first I thought I’d been transported back in time to when the royals controlled what happened in all parts of Valoria, but then it became pretty clear that that wasn’t the case. I must have fallen asleep, and Ethan moved me. He’d done more than that, I realized as I shifted in the covers. My arm was neatly wrapped, even though that wasn’t necessary, and the side of my head that had been hurting wasn’t anymore.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Because I had not read that name. I had felt it. Like it belonged to me before memory did. Silas’s grip on my arm tightened slightly without him realizing it. Caspian looked at me again. Carefully now. Like he was watching a structure collapse in real time. “The lost princess,” he said quietly, “was never unprotected.” A pause. Then: “She was hidden.” My throat went dry. Hidden. Not dead. Not lost. Hidden. The mark on my wrist burned so sharply I almost cried out.

“Tell me, Liora. What do you want” I froze. What did I want? To disappear, to rewind the night, to not have Bella’s words echoing in my head like a curse. Virgin. Nobody. Forever. The tequila swirled in my stomach, mixing with the humiliation, the loneliness, the sudden, reckless fire this stranger had ignited just by looking at me I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or my deluded mind playing tricks, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore”

The Forgotten join the kingdom. They are welcomed, embraced. They have been erased for centuries. Now they are remembered. Now they are home. But I know this is not the end. There is always something.

Her reflection in the glass looked calm, composed, almost serene — nothing like the storm building quietly behind her eyes. "I can't wait to see their smug little faces change when Elizabeth reveals I'm still Cornell's fiancée." she muttered under her breath, her lips barely moving, her gaze fixed on some far-off point beyond the darkening sky. "The Shaw fortune came from my mother's family. Now that I'm here, I'm going to take back every last cent, and drive those shameless parasites out for good." She let the words settle into her chest like a vow, something solid and cold and necessary, before she turned from the window and made her way out of the house, her heels clicking softly against

Sera slowly turned the page. The next words had been hidden for centuries. Someone made sure he could never return. The room went still. Because the truth they had finally uncovered… Had opened a new mystery. The Forgotten King had sacrificed his name. But someone had taken more than that. Someone had taken his future. “A name can be buried beneath stone, but a truth buried beneath lies will always find a way back.” The first statue was not built in the capital. That was Elara’s decision. Many expected the Forgotten King to finally stand beside Queen Lysandra in the heart of the palace, where generations of rulers had been honored.

The fact that she always removed her jewelry the moment she returned to her room. The fact that she preferred sitting by windows. The fact that she missed New York more than she admitted. Every small observation accumulated until they became impossible to ignore. One evening she casually mentioned a bookstore she loved near Washington Square. Three weeks later, a first-edition copy of one of her favorite novels appeared on her desk. Another time she complained that nobody in the palace understood sarcasm. The following day Rudra delivered an entire list of relatives who definitely deserved sarcastic commentary. The list contained detailed explanations.

She said a little tentatively, her gaze suddenly avoiding mine, and I can’t help but be reminded of the many times they try to tell me I have lost my thoughts… memories. I want desperately to think they would not lie to me, especially after all the moon goddess told me, but if I had lost my memory, why do I remember my childhood? My family… so much of my life? That goes against everything they are telling me. Does that not show they are lying? I closed my eyes trying to block out the thoughts that flooded my brain.

Sandy never liked it, but I made sure to enforce it if she made it difficult for the others. If Lee didn’t point it that I was Sandy’s first, I wouldn’t have understood her behavior. Being a girl’s first makes her do crazy things. I learned that lesson a bit late, but I did learn it eventually. I took a deep breath in and started to open the file. I took the first piece of loose paper. There is a title on the top. The Forgotten Curse Amidst the realm of lycans and under the silver gaze of the Moon Goddess, a tale of enchantment and anguish unfolded. It was a love story that would forever echo through the corridors of time, a story that began with the alluring witch Isolde.