Novelas y relatos de Princess Micah

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It took two days before Micah finally woke up. I never once left his side while he slept through the days. Today was the third day and the King was holding a meeting with the council members and other ranking members. Micah had asked me earlier this morning to accompany him to the days meeting and I agreed. We both walked into the big ass counsel room and everyone kept silent as the king strolled him. If one is to look closely, you would notice the limp when he walks.

At this phase, Micah walks up to Emilia and offers her a drink, she brings in the kettle along with her to Emilia's side to clear off the doubt in her mind that serving her the tea is a pure intention with no other bad motive attached to it. “ Our dear Emilia, I, Micah the daughter of Regents Smith, offered you a drink to your success from the depth of my heart. I prayed for you to win the title of crown princess because a person with a pure heart should be our queen.” She said and poured the drink in the cup and stretched it towards her. Someone winked at Emilia to refuse to drink, she stares at another person, the same signs as well, but Micah's subordinate says something that makes her po

Princess was young but brave, so happy and vibrant. One thing that caught my eye was her smile, it Is what made me notice her because when she smiled, I couldn't look away. I expected to meet a spoilt brat, considering she was born and raised in wealth but no. Kay surprised me, she was humble and you couldn't guess she was a princess. And a girl who could hit a bullseye at 12 is so rare. I have always watched her from the shadows since then. Every time I came to America, I would follow her around discreetly making sure no one saw me, especially the Russians.

I found out that she was fond of Arnold but unfortunately, he wouldn't give a room to speak with her. At times, she will be very calm, and at other times, she can be drastic and dramatic. Princess Micah has about sixteen maids assigned to her even though she is also an illegitimate daughter. She looks younger than I and in no comparison with Arnold. Her mother is alive while Arnold, I don't even know.

' He tells me with a smirk. And that was how my suffering began. I became a maid in a palace where I used to be a princess. A soft yet painful chuckle escaped my lips as I approached the pack brothers. I had been living in the pack now for two years as a maid, with no food nor shelter.

"As your personal servant, I, Mikhal, will be an honor to continue as well." Of course, they will continue to be my servants; I don't want anybody else but them. They will rise in status once I become queen. Usually, I would have taken my mother’s servants, and these two would be passed down. But I didn't want to lose them– So, I took Hamon’s sword and placed it on their shoulders. I, Princess Mia, have resigned Mikhal and Hamon as the queen’s new personal servants. Their eyes widen as they try to comprehend what was said. They couldn't believe in getting that title as they get their private room, better income, healthcare, and be treated like nobles. They can provide better lives for their

“Yes, Father, she replied, though her heart resisted every word. Her cousin, Adriana, often teased her about it. Adriana was different—wild where Emily was restrained, outspoken where Emily was cautious. Whenever Adriana visited the palace, she would sneak into Emily’s chambers with wine hidden under her coat and whisper, “You need to break free, cousin. A princess should live, not just exist. ” Emily would laugh, though the truth in Adriana’s words burned in her chest. But Emily carried herself with the grace her role demanded. She knew her people needed to see her as untouchable, perfect, radiant. And perhaps she would have managed to live her

The casino would be his, no strings attached. Evan must be thrilled. In just three days, our wedding will make everything his. I’m the only Bennett heiress. The sole heir to my father’s empire. And he really thought I’d settle for being another name on his list? Just a pawn in his game? Sadness didn’t even stand a chance. Fury burned it out fast. A plan was forming—bold, reckless, the kind you don’t even dare say out loud. I was going to leave Evan. But not just leave.

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.