Princess Mary Tudor Novels & Stories

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

I said and she rolled her eyes. " Okay I really don't wanna tell you this okay. Martha is a witch, a very bad witch. Her mother, Elizabeth was my mother's handmaid. The day I fell, Sharron's mother drugged and slept with the king and she conceived. When they found out about Elizabeth's evil plans, she was banished and cursed. Eventually she gave birth to Sharron." " Sharron's a princess?" " Yeah..." " What? This is crazy. I was really baffled. I almost died by just staring into her eyes."

░ The Azure Castle, Ashton, The Kingdom of Kestle, Edios ░ Thursday, July 29, 1255 ░ At 5:50 pm THETIA KESTLE The day before, the three ladies of the Kestle family, had received their dresses and accessories for the Queen's birthday. In the meantime, much had happened. Mary had received a letter from her son, announcing that he would be returning occasionally with the Dracoris royal family for the birthday, as the royal family's assistant painter. Mary had cried tears of joy, her son was blossoming and that was all that mattered to her. She hoped that her daughters, too, could blossom and be happy. Every night, before going to bed with her husband, the Duke, she kept repeating how time passe

I said, adamantly. “If you insist upon looking at it like that, then I won’t fight you on it, but I see it differently. I see a beautiful, somewhat naïve, trusting, and loving young woman who was taken advantage of by a conniving letch and you suffered for it,” he grumbled. “I had no idea that you were the granddaughter of King Cramby. I should have realized it when you told me your name, but, since I don’t run in royal circles and, because of my vampirism, ceased contact with the fairy realm long ago, I never made the connection. Godwin, on the other hand, was fully aware that Maryanne had married the fairy prince who’d abdicated from his position. Even if you didn’t know who you rig

"Good girl." Blushing, Katherine felt the urge to throw a cushion at his handsome face. "Just get started already!" "Yes, yes." The grin withdrew from his lips, forming his usual serious expression. Katherine felt a little regret. "So, the third Princess of the Falumor Empire got married to this Crown Prince when she wasn't much different from a child herself. I myself can't imagine it, but I was told she was a quiet and naive girl back then. Only after the evil that resided in the crown prince tainted her, did she become who she is today: a crazy madwoman. She also is my mother."

“Who?” “The name you know me by was a fabrication. The word sister was used to make me seem more like a nun, and Grace was from the title ‘your grace’ as a noble would sometimes be addressed in an abbey. This is why you know me as Sister Grace, but I was christened Mary Henrietta Stuart. Your history readings will have you knowing me as Mary, Princess Royal.” This time Eleanor gasped. She stepped back and curtsied. “No need for that, darling, I was also your mother’s half-sister so I am, therefore, your aunt.” The collective gasp of everyone in the room seemed to suck the air right out of Eleanor’s lungs. She looked around, then back to Sister Grace. “But, Princes Royal? The books said she..

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

Third Person's P.O.V "What?! Jasmine is Lord Fredrick's Daughter?" Micheal's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe what he was nearing nor anyone else in the room could. It was so sudden that it left everyone in disbelief and somehow in denial. "Yes, she is," Martha said, "She is the princess of the Vaidel dynasty whom none had ever seen, the only daughter of Lord Fredrick and Queen Katherine— Jasmine Doloris Winchester. " "What the hell are you talking about? The princess was found dead beside Queen Katherine's body." Elijah decided to speak.

She met her grandfather but he died when she was three. " Your Highness. " Her most closest maid, Mariam said as she walked into the room. " What is it Mariam?" She asked without turning back. " You have a visitor. " Mariam said and she turned. " Who is it? " " Where's my Bell? Belly?" Her cousin Arleta screamed walking in. Arleta was a free spirited and wayward lady. One would think she was not a member of the royal family at first glance. She changed a lot after her last fall out with the prince of Garvania.

King Edward and his would be allies turned on each other in a matter of minutes, years of mistrust resurfacing. Having successfully turned the allies against each other, Mary continued on, gliding through the halls unseen until she made it to her target and plunged the dagger she had reserved for the queen into her heart. When it was done, she pulled the dagger out, wiped it clean and once more disappeared into the walls. That night, Warlanda lost not only its queen, but also its valiant king. For while King Edward lived, he was a broken man. At last, Capital City had fallen.