Sofia The First Princess Hildegard Novels & Stories

"Hi, Luna, it's nice to finally meet you. Sage has told me a lot of beautiful things about you. My name is-" "Lannie?" "My name is Melanie but people call me Queen Lannie. It's so nice to see you, Deluna," Lannie? Fuck, Lannie? Yes, Lannie! Same Lannie who lied to me. Or isn't it? Why does she have to look beautiful now? "And I'm Princess Sofia, the most loveliest princess of DarkBlood legion." "I'm prince Adrian. Nice to meet you, Luna. "

As the crown prince of Artemia Kingdom, Rogeus is the eldest of the countless princes in the royal family, and it is also his luck to be born of the current queen which cemented his position that could not be toppled down by his younger brothers born of the many consorts of his royal father. On the other hand, First princess was Princess Regina’s given title, but she is not actually the first born princess of the royal family. The original first princess was met with an unfortunate accident when she was just fourteen years old, two years older than Regina. And it was also a mystery on whether the accident of the first princess was natural or man-made, but no one paid attention to such matter

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."

(Sofia Di Gianna) Sofia Di Gianna were one of the Kneeling figures beside Alessia Di Gianna, a Peak Tier 3 Archer and also the Elder of Di Gianna. A formidable figures that no one can dispute of, seeing Lord Vorkhen Snow wanted an explanations, she simply raised her voice and glare at him with anger and disgust.

She seemed to want to have a talk with me. The crowd dispersed as I loosed grip with Steven. Maria and I walked towards Silva and we took a walk, a night walk, in the fields of Eregdrix. "Hilda is perhaps one of the oldest entities in the entire world." "Along side, Hades and Arakah the first." "She spawned from life, in the creation and from death in the first days." "When the biblical Abel was killed, it was the first Death, and it made Hades and as well completed the creation of Hilda." "She served as the bridge that between this life and the two afterlives." Silva explained to us.

The folder made me suspicious before she spoke. “Need I ask what this is?” I asked. The woman inclined her head. “Your schedule, Luna.” “Do not call me Luna,” I said. “You can call by my name, Valeria.” The maid flinched. The new woman did not. “My name is Yelena. I oversee household arrangements for the Romanov family. And I believe that you should be called Luna. Given your status, you wouldn’t want mistakes within the household staff or pack members.”

Felix said smiling at her. “No one has called me that in years Alpha.” She said a small smile appearing on her lips. Helga the great? Why did that name sound so familiar. “That name does sound familiar.” I said to myself. “I believe we learned about her in social studies, she killed 20 witches and hundreds of wolves with nothing but her hands.” I remembered now, making me shudder at the story. I remember our teacher telling us this woman was so strong. she had been blessed from the moon goddess with strength allowing her to become one of the top members in the elite squad for king Orrick.

She curtsied in front of me as well as the five ladies behind her. "Your Grace," She murmured. I got a little confused about what is going on though and who she is. I nodded at her in return because she seemed like an important person to storm inside the Emperor's room with a vibrant smile on her face. "I am so honored to have you here. I am Sofia, King Dawson's younger sister and I am so happy to have you in our humble Kingdom!" She exclaimed in a sharp tone, giggling. She must be my age or a little younger than me, "And I want to thank you for the wonderful hospitality your brother showed us, lady Sofia." I answered in an awkward tone. Cecil and I looked at each other, not knowing what to

Sofia wasn't my real sister. In my previous life, less than a week after my Mama, Ottavia Vivaldi, was laid to rest, Papa brought his mistress, Bianca Malaspina, home. And, trailing behind her, was a girl about my age. She was none other than Sofia.

He immediately winced and held his chest as if in pain. "It hurts you to speak, Princess Sofia. You and the queen are both hurtful," he promised me. I didn't just keep silent and make him suffer. He cleared his throat and looked at me. "Your sister's name is Princess Isabella Parma, only a few months after your father died because of the war in the palace made by my mother, the queen found out that she was pregnant. And that is your sister Princess Isabella. She is a brave and cursed princess who inherited from your father. They said the king back then that your father was a brave and cold king but he cared about his subjects, not only that he was also good in all fields, so is your brother.