Prince's Daughter Novels & Stories

But she looked better and happier and full of life". "Em," Athena called out. "What's the prince up to these days it's all over the news he is seeing someone new," she said trying to get something out of me. "I don't know ". "He was caught on camera with a strange woman last night " Aunt Athena had been the one to always read entertainment news and what goes on she probably will be the one to find out when she gets pregnant. she has to be careful without having to spill everything on her.

He matched my stare but then he flinched. "She wasn't the only one that went missing. The huntsman did too." I got up from the edge of the bed and strolled to the window. "You said palace. Is she a Princess?" I asked. Shaggy nodded. "King Pierce's only heir." I thought about it. She was Pierce's daughter. Their kingdom was next to ours. I has no idea she was royalty because of the way she dressed whenever she came into the walls. What Princess wore a sweatshirt and denim trousers? She was more of a daredevil than a Princess.

The kingdom is self-sufficient and blessed with sustainable resources. He had three wives and six children. He was blessed with six beautiful and intelligent children but one of them was so exceptional and outstanding. Princess Diana, the only daughter of King Ekepeyong and also the last child given birth to by Queen Sarah, the first queen and most loved queen by the King, was loved by the royal majesty King Ekepeyong.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

“I love my sister, Austin… I have from the very first time I set my eyes on her. I always wondered why I had this overwhelming desire to love and protect her. And now I do.” “Have you found out how you both are related?” “Yes,” he sighed. “Apparently, she’s the daughter of the late Prince Kennedy and Princess Heather, both of whom died in the plane crash that killed the queen mother years ago. She was exchanged at birth and, as a result, never got to know her real mother.” “What about the daughter of the couple who supposedly gave birth to Alyssa?” “Their daughter was born with a weak heart; she didn’t live past the first few weeks.”

Her dress was more appropriate for a funeral than an engagement. Then came in the seventh daughter and the baby of the family. Kate was nineteen, the same age as the crown prince and his twin sister Kamilia, but she was born three months after them, and while she was treated like the baby of the family, deep down, the princess hated how Kamilia could do things she would never be allowed to.

Behind me, Bianca sucked in a sharp breath and whispered, "Ryla, you're completely making this up. How would we know where the true heir is?" Mira pinched her hard. "Shut up. She's just buying us time." Prince Adrian's expression instantly darkened. He let out a cold, unsettling laugh. "That's right. I'm a fake. So what? "That wretched queen threw away her daughter right after giving birth and swapped her with me just to secure her status. But this land has a spirit of its own. It recognizes bloodlines! Every single day I sit on that throne, it feels like I'm being burned alive!"

There wasn't going to be any other entertainment, they all thought in disappointment. 'Come daughter, let's go home', Amelia said as she and her daughter smiled at the dispersal speech, the prince just made. 'You go ahead with father', Camellia said, thinking that it was better for her to press her advantage now that the Prince was pissed with Challotte than later. 'I shall come later. I have things I need to attend to', she concluded, winking at her mother. As she made her way through the route the Prince had taken.

She walked barefoot across the cool tiles, her white robe brushing her ankles as she made her way to her daughter’s room. Zephyr was still fast asleep, her little form cocooned beneath a fluffy blanket, soft curls spilling across the pillow like spilled ink. The sight made Emily’s chest ache in the best way. Her daughter was her anchor, the reason she had kept going when life gave her every reason not to.

"Come with me. I want to introduce you to someone." "Okay," I placed my hands in his and he led the way, not stopping until we got to the presence of a young-looking man. "Princess Evanora," my dad said, slowly letting go of my hand. "Allow me to introduce you to Prince Andrew. He is the prince of another coven nearby. Prince Andrew, meet my daughter. Princess Evanora." "Oh my," the guy who was apparently a prince uttered then stretched his hand. I looked at my dad and understanding his gesture, placed my hand in his to have him kiss it gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, princess Evanora."