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Prince Deacon said and left. Princess Jovita and Prince Juno were forced to accept the crown and so they did, but they had a great secret; Jovita gave birth to a little girl the day they got attacked by vampires and her sister died protecting their daughter. With Ondrink's help, they manage to switch their daughter with a baby that was stillborn by c-section without the mother’s knowledge. Prince Deacon went back to England to rebuild his house exactly in the way it was before. He only returned to the council once a year for the annual meeting.

Princess Naomi was from a neighboring country and was raised by her parents King Leon, III and Queen Emeralda. King Leon was cold-hearted and his people feared him. He made enemies wherever he went and that was one of the causes of his untimely assassination five years ago. The news was devastating to the Three Kingdoms, so the Queen of England advised my father that the next king of his court should marry the Princess of Scots to form an alliance and a much more united kingdom before the throne was handed over to the enemies. Father agreed and, now that I was next in line, I was deemed to marry the Princess, and I was looking forward to it.

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“This is Davies, Derrick’s son. Davies, this is Zahra, Dahlia’s daughter.” The room got really quiet as they engaged in a staring contest. My heartbeat started to rise as I wondered what kind of thoughts were brewing in both of their minds. We, the adults, had to look at each other, terrified at the drama that might go down! I mean…it’s unlike Zahra to be this way! “So you’re the princess Zahra fan!” Davies pointed at my daughter. “And you’re the Prince’s fan!” Zahra returned the energy. “You’re the first person I know who likes the Princess over the Prince!”

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

"Jordan… why is everyone so harsh on me? "I only hugged you, kissed you. I didn't do anything else. Why are they treating me like this?" A flash of resentment crossed her eyes. "Even my father says I seduced you. "Fine. Then I'll make it real. "I want to see whether, after I give birth to your child, he'll still refuse to acknowledge him." She began pulling his clothes off. Jordan panicked. He struggled, but it was useless.

The Alpha King stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then at her. Then at the Queen. Then back at me. “What?” he says softly. Then louder. “What?” He steps forward, his voice breaking into a roar. “That is not an omega.” My chest tightens. “That,” he says, pointing at the woman clutched against my chest, “is my daughter.” My heart stops. “She is the Crown Princess of this kingdom.” The world fractures. I laugh once. Sharp. Broken. “No,” I say. “No, that’s not—”

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

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.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.