Princess Diana Book Andrew Morton Novels & Stories

The girl nodded but said nothing; she had, by all accounts, been dumb from birth. Rising, Miriam dismissed her, and walked along the passageway unchaperoned as was her wont. No-one was about. She expected they were all gathered in the Great Hall. Except for Queen Eleanor whose untimely death was still a cause for grief. Entering, she saw Daphne at once. Who could miss that bold yellow gown, the rubies adorning her ears and the elaborate hairstyle which must have taken Ruth hours to assemble?

I lay beside Barbara and looked at her. She’s a mortal, and I am not. Father will be angry if I mingled with a mortal’s life, again. I slid my fingers on her angelic face. I remembered the notebook she gave me. I reached out to my pants which was not that far away from the bed. I held the notebook, I leaned on the headboard and comfortably sat on the bed. I opened the notebook and read it. August, 1605

The argument still continued. After hours of arguments, Rena stood up angrily. " Why?" She said. She held up the book princess Diana had been trying to teach her to read. "Can't eat the book! Why did I have to disturb myself to learn something that won't put food on the table? Food is important and I don't think I am ready to invest my time in such." Rena lamented. "Come with me," Princess Diana said. She led her silently down the path from Abasia Kingdom, up to the base of Tribunal Mountain, which loomed over the Kingdom. As they skirted the top of a small cliff above the sea, they reached a large steel door set into the face of the rock.

Placing Carol on my lap, I accepted the diary and looked at Celadine. She blinked. “She wants you to open it, princess,” her maid said. I unfurled the leather strap wrapped around the diary. Glancing at her, I opened the diary to two letters stuck between the pages. One was addressed to me and the other to Arran. I looked at Celadine, and she blinked, managing a restricted smile through the pipes entering her mouth. I read the letter she wrote to me— Dear princess Diana, If you are reading this letter, it means I am already gone or preparing for my departure. Although I really wish to see you reading it. Hope you finish the race before I cross the finishing line of my life.

**EPILOGUE ONE** **TWO MONTHS LATER** This chapter is dedicated to Lotto wearers Karen Russell, Ndifreke Etim, Pauline, Alice Suzeni, Chrissy Bridgelal, Mean Hermosa, crnsd, Daisy Presh, Karly Meh, Felimo Fernandes Basdeo, and Favy. Thank you for your support and for your gems. **THIRD PERSON'S POV** Many people gathered at the entrance of St. Paul’s Cathedral for the wedding of Princess Diana and Leonard Smith, the president's son. Reporters were also present, eager to capture any scoop they could.

Rita asked. "It's a nice book and yes I don't have my phone with me. Let's go..." Rose said as she stood up. "You didn't answer my question.!" Princess said as she tried to look at the title of the book. "I inquired of what you are reading and you didn't answer me." She said frowning. "I am so sorry baby, I am reading a book by V.C. Andrews. It's called Dawn." Rose answered. "Okay, can I read it?" Princess asked.

Diana deadpanned. Sia pouted while looking up at Diana. "But it hurts!" Diana raised both her eyebrows. "Really? You have got to be joking." "Small wounds hurt more," Sia defended. Sighing, Diana rubbed her forehead in frustration. "You know what, I'll just grab the book so we can get this Crown activated." Diana got the book and climbed down to the centre of the square where Sia now stood, thankfully over her tiny cut. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" Sia asked as Diana handed the book over to her.

He was everything she remembered—polished, ambitious, dangerous. And then there was Darius. He spoke little, only when addressed directly. His voice was low, resonant, carrying authority even in brevity. While Kieran smiled, Darius watched. Every word spoken, every shift of posture, his eyes tracked it with quiet intensity. When his gaze brushed hers again, her wolf surged forward so violently she nearly gasped. She pressed her lips together, lowering her eyes as if studying the rim of her goblet. “Princess Elara,” Kieran’s voice slid across the table, warm with false fondness. “I had hoped to see you today.”

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.