Sofia The First Forever Royal Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 7 years later Sofiah and her family were invited to the birthday celebration of His Majesty The King. She’s very excited to meet Mazid and both of them had agreed to meet at the royal hall before the event. “Fiya! Long time no see! I miss you!” Mazid greeted Sofiah as he walked into the hall. “I miss you too. But how come you never visit me in Russia??!” Sofiah playfully raised her voice and widened her eyes.

I asked as I gesture with my hand. "She said that she doesn't want to get her hopes on, cause I think it's been 7years already with her wedding to the king, but then after 9 months she give birth to a bouncing baby boy, that's our prince, Fahad, he was named after the former king of Saudi Arabia". I narrow my eyes and said "Too bad he is just a jerk now". Sultana blink her eyes and said "let me finish, then maybe you can judge him".

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

Aurelia slowly walked toward the memory. Silver light reflected across her face. "There were originally four Sovereigns." The ancient woman raised her hand. The memory shifted. Expanded. The four figures stood together. The First Queen. The Sovereign of Oblivion. The Void King. And Orion. The image felt strangely complete. Balanced. As though history itself had always been missing something. Aurelia pointed toward each of them. "The First Queen governed life." A gesture. "The Sovereign of Oblivion governed endings."

Victoria was in the center of it all, wearing a white silk robe with Bride embroidered on the back in crystals. "Sasha! Pay attention!" Victoria snapped, gesturing to a pile of designer shoes on the floor. "The Louboutins go in the blue trunk, and the heels need to be individually wrapped in tissue. If I see a single scuff when I get there, I’ll have your head." Her friends girls with names like Tiffany and Blair who looked at me like I was a stray cat that had wandered into the house laughed. "God, Vic," Tiffany giggled, sipping from a glass of champagne. "How do you stand it? Having them just... hovering all the time? It’s so creepy."

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.