Princess Mary Tudor Novels & Stories

Mary asked suddenly, grabbing my arm. “No one!” I insisted. “I’m new here. I don’t know anyone.” Mary shook her head, pulling me closer until she was almost whispering directly into my ear. “You must have angered someone powerful. Only the slaves who deeply offend their masters get sent to the wine store. I was sent there once because I disobeyed Benita. The screams from that place still haunt me.” “Who is Benita?” “She is the king’s rumored wife,” Mary whispered, her eyes darting around the empty hallway as if a ghost might appear. “The king has never actually confirmed if she is his future queen or not, but she acts like she owns the place. She is cruel.”

“Mom, Ada murdered a King and brought about the deaths of two others. You can’t be serious about expecting anyone to overlook that.” Ingrid sighs but stands when Bär enters the dining hall. Emma also stands, waiting for Bär and Marya. When they arrive at the head table the room is silent and staring at Bär. “Royal Pack you received the news of your Queens safe delivery of our Princess,” Bär smiles. “She is perfectly healthy. Marya Conrad, Heir Apparent.” Everyone cheers and Bär kisses Ingrid’s cheek before handing over Marya.

She seemed out of breath. "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! Over at Serene Palace, Princess Mary is making a scene." Jane's brows furrowed instantly. "What happened?" "They say it's because of Commander Morris' death. The princess was so grief-stricken that she lost control of her emotions. Lady Dina called for a physician to examine her, but she refused and was tied up." Jane immediately knew there had been a misunderstanding. Mary already knew Jocelyn's true identity. How could she be heartbroken over her?

For the moment at least, their positions in the harem were secure. Clara was the mother of the second prince, Zachary, while Emma was mother to the third prince, Theodore Lancaster. As for Nathaniel, his mother was Isolde Whitmore, a woman quite unlike the others. Reserved by nature, Isolde disliked noise and avoided the intrigues of the harem. She spent half the year at her residence, Blissford Palace, praying for Wilfred and Nathaniel. The other half, she spent at Mount Valor, meditating and offering her devotions. She rarely attended court banquets.

“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.

“Now she howls for all the moms who have lost their children. Or the moms that had to leave them. And because she still mourns, I know that your mother still loves you.” “What happened to the little prince?” Marie asked. “Gruffud ap Llewellyn ap Iowerth, now isn’t that a mouthful?” She made a face, and the girls giggled. “Well, he was held prisoner by King John of England, his father and then his half-brother. But he fathered four children and among his grandchildren is Gwenllian. Do you know who she is?” “She was the mother of Moncrief, born in secret and hidden away.” Celeste said quietly, “Blessed by the moon goddess with black hair and silver eyes.”

Maria's mother also sat in the kitchen, snacking on some biscuits, about to take another bite only to pause as she repeated the boy's last name. "Chevalier? Ah, then he's from the Chevalier household. The son of Marquess Bernard and Marchioness Catherine Chevalier. Such a cute couple~! Maa, does my dear Maria want to know a secret concerning Marchioness Catherine?" There was a crafty glint in the countess's eyes as she shot a sly smile towards her cute daughter. "Marchioness Catherine... is part of the fairy race; in fact, she is the Fairy King's younger sister!" said her mother. Maria was not expecting this huge piece of information to be dropped on her, almost dropping the bowl of icing in

Her inferiority complex is really top notch to the point where she even commited a lot of unforgivable crimes That's what I thought before reading her point of view. In the latest chapter of the novel, for the first time, the villainess reminisced her life while dying at the hands of his long-time love, Duke Finniell. Princess Lalaine was the only daughter of the current emperor, Maxilla Ledecia, and the late empress, Elaine Ledecia. Empress Elaine Ledecia formerly known as Elaine Villadona was a princess of an allied kingdom Helliporña Kingdom. She was loved by the emperor so much but sadly, she died while giving birth to her daughter causing the emperor to despise Lalaine.

Stephen's Crown. ‘Lies!’ she cried trying to stand from her chair but her bindings are preventing her from doing so. ‘Why not check your history? The emperor's mother is the great-great-granddaughter of King István Szapolyai, Princess Marika Szapolyai of Hungary. Therefore, she is a legitimate princess of Hungary and, as the only daughter the family, she is the heiress to St. Stephen's Crown. And as Princess Marika's son, Josef Hadrian is her legitimate heir.’

I turned to look at her as I was gripping Aiden’s hand. “So you know what I was then?” I asked her quietly before she smiled. Nana was staring into the fire now as she was gazing thoughtfully. “There’s only one person on the whole island that was named after Arabella. Princess Arabella Dragomir, the current monarch after her parents died in a shipwreck. I supposed you were coming here to get away from the responsibility that was handed to you so suddenly, am I right?” she said before I nodded. I don’t trust my voice to not break at this moment and with Aiden on the bed.