Sofia The First And Princess Elena Novels & Stories

​"You... you’re alive!" My voice broke into a sob. "Then why does everyone say my father killed you? Why has Lucas spent his whole life standing on this fire, burning himself alive?" ​The woman, Elena Valentine, gave a strange, contemptuous smile. She lifted my chin with her gloved hand resting on the boat's railing. "Your father was a very good man, Sophia. So good that he took the guilt of murder upon himself just so a 'Moreno' princess like me could be hidden from the world’s eyes. But today, your father’s sacrifice has gone to waste."

the Satyr said in a strong voice. "We, Princess Saayan of the Realm of the Shadows, and Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel, of the Eternal Utopia, accompanied by our entourage, have come to ask for help from Queen Elektra, of the Dream Isles," Aelanor announced. "Ah, yes. The Queen is expecting you all in her chambers," the Satyr said. "What do you mean, Sir?" Nimuel asked. "How could she possibly know of our arrival?"

Elena sat on the other side of the glass partition. She looked older. Lines at the corners of her eyes, silver in her hair, but the same steady strength in her posture, the same storm-gray eyes that had once looked at me with hope and then with sorrow. She wore a simple coat, scarf draped over her shoulders, hands folded on the table. I sat. The guard stepped back but remained in the room. Elena spoke first. “Sofia is getting married next spring,” she said. “A small ceremony in Florence. She asked me to tell you.”

“Marcus will be thrilled. Come on, let me get you a drink.” Davies guides me toward the bar, and I accept a glass of champagne with a murmured thanks. “Sofia?” I spin around. Marcus himself stands before me, looking handsome in his formal black suit. His mate—a beautiful wolf named Elena with glossy auburn hair—clutches his arm, her smile warm and genuine. "Marcus." I manage a real smile. "Congratulations. Elena, you look stunning." "Thank you for coming." Marcus pulls me into a brief hug. "Kai said you'd be here. Where is that bastard, anyway? He promised he'd make it."

Then smiled wider. “Oh,” she said softly. “You will not be a princess.” Liniluna tilted her head. “No.” A small pause. “After you,” she continued, “I would rather be the next queen.” Kael’s attention sharpened, not in alarm, but approval. “A reasonable succession plan,” he said. As Aelira laughed quietly, the sound dissolving the last formality from the room. Plans were spoken of carefully after that. Not declarations. Intentions. “We will request an audience with your parents within the week,” Kael said. “Properly.”

“Look at me. I know those eyes can’t lie, my dear Clarissa.” Sofia was taken aback but she had to gather herself together. Mikael knew everything about her, even her past and her deep secrets. Mikael, her childhood sweetheart, knew that she was Clarissa Gonzales. But she had to constantly remind him to forget about her past identity. "Mikael, please forget about Clarissa. I am now Sofia Villanueva!" She had to emphasize her present persona. “All right, my shy Sofia, but what are you trying to hide this time?” The man tried to tease the woman who seemed anxious at the moment.

Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly. "Spoons?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous. "Iron spoons? My King, surely this man's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, wouldn't risk her reputation, our family's honor, for a couple of common eating utensils!"

I was ready to fight for my love. The door to my room creaked open and I saw Viola standing by the post. Her eye widened with a smile with a smile which never got to her eyes. “Elena, sister,” she called with surprise and excitement. “We’ve all been searching for you. Are you alrifh?” She asked as she walked into my room. Her purple eyes flicked from me to the doctor, then back to me. I gave doctor Tancredi a sign to leave, then forced a smile, just like Viola did. “I am fine, Viola. Why’s everyone worried? Aren’t you the Luna now?” I responded, instinctively taking my hands off my stomach.

"Alright. As you wish, my queen!" Alexandro leans on the back of the expensive chair, gazing at me as I start. "I'm Eleanor Arthur, Lycan Princess of Genovia and the potential Lycan King.” “Woooh!” They shout, applauding with excitement. It's the first time a girl will be king in the lycan world. I guess they are very proud of their girl. “With Alexandro, our wolves are in constant connection with each other.” My mind taught me to say something in addition.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.