Princess Mary Tudor Novels & Stories

When the basin tilted to the side and Constantine prepared to hit me, I raised my arms higher and panted. “Consort Maria, the second wife of the king. She's Prince Xyrus's mother.”I answered with a grin on my face. “I am not aiming for anything. I am just trying to survive like everyone. I still need to punish those who've wronged me.” Constantine did not answer right away and she surprised me when she flicked the basin away using her stick. “Very well. You've answered all questions correctly and you were able to remember the royal family. You can stand now.”

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

I should have died last night…" She suddenly got up, as if about to throw herself into the wardrobe. Her mother rushed forward to stop her. The two of them clung to each other, crying. Mr. Sutton let out a heavy sigh. "What a mess this has become…" He looked at Jordan. "On the fifteenth of next month, you will marry her." Jordan's expression changed instantly. "No. "In this life, I will only marry Naomi. No one else." At that, Mr. Sutton let out a cold laugh. "And where was that resolve before? "Don't think I don't know what you've done.

Memories of the real owner of the body suddenly filled her head. Her name, her habit, her family. Everything was potrayed so clearly that Ji Eun felt like she was watching a movie. "Miss, are you okay?" The servant, who turned out to be Mary, looked worried. "Please, get me a cup of hot tea, Mary." Ji Eun said as her headache subsided. Oh no, that's not his name now. This time, she is Cecilia Margareth Lancia. The only daughter of Duke Armando Gustav Lancia and one of the candidates for crown princess in the Atrazal empire.

They all stop when they got to the castle halls. “This is the royalty hall. This is where the previous kings and queens’ portrait are hanged,” the woman ask “Who are you?” Isolde ask “I am Queen Maren,” the woman said “Where is Queen Maria?” Daniel ask “My grandmother is dead long ago,” Queen Maren said “Dead?” Daniel ask “Yes,” Queen Maren said “How are we going to ask now if she is dead?” Arthur said “My grandmother has been dead for over a century now. She gave birth to a baby girl named Elaine and that is my mother who gave birth to me,” Queen Maren said

And as far as I can see they all look the same age. “What do you mean by that?!” Hamstell. Kenrick sighed. “The Crown Prince will need his Marionette once he grows up. And only the daughter of the Dukes and Duchesses is chosen to be his Marionette. He will need this child. So better to take good care of her…” “Right. It’s better to keep this child alive.” Said Parker. I stared at him and let out a wide cutie smile. “She’s cute…” The guy standing beside the door smirked. Gah. I think my face is heating up. I’m so happy! He took my charms so easily!

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.

Her eyes fluttered open to a blinding ray of light, after which she felt a throbbing ache in her temple. She pressed her limp hands against her head, groaning as she sat up, looking around the unfamiliar environment and the king-sized bed on which she sat. The room was twice as big as hers, dulled with matte oil paint, and the bed she was on rested at the edge of the spacious room. She couldn't collect her thoughts, or how she ended up there. Maria struggled to the edge of the bed, steadying her leg against the plush rugs that tickled her feet, more waves of nausea hit her as she stood to her feet which made her rest on the wall for balance, trailing it until she was halfway out of the room.

To cut a long story short, history shows that both Isabel and her mother were accused of witchcraft several times. After many hardships and suffering the disappearance of her both her sons, Isabel managed to marry her eldest daughter with Enrique Tudor in 1486, he defeated Richard, the usurper, thus beginning the Tudor dynasty in England. OMG!!! The Tudors, really? My old self actually helped the rising of that ruling English dinasty?!