Sofia The First Princess Hildegard Novels & Stories

"Lips as red as blood, hair as soft as wool, skin as pale as snow, hair darker than ebony, that was the woman, Sasha Lovelle was." My teacher taught as I stared at my half sister, Hildegard who seniored me with three years. Hildegard, pretty little thing she was, with a mixture of my father and her mother, Cecile. Blonde hair that was always braided like she was a lonely maid, style so simple and face breathtaking with green eyes that shimmered and showed an unhealthy innocense for the rich and corrupted life she was born.

Without thinking twice, I pressed the answer button and answered. “Hello, Sebastian?” “Alpha, I got something for you,” Sebastian answered. From the way he said those words feels like it’s a serious matter. I swallowed hard, licked my lips before I replied, “What is it?” “You remembered that Iris’ mother’s maiden name is Sarah Hildegard, right?” Sebastian said. “I heard something from someone who knew her. It’s from Sarah’s friend, she said that Sarah Hildegard once had a relationship with Alpha Conrad…”

Just please don’t let me die again… please, I begged, almost in tears. The High Priestess slowly narrowed her eyes from my wrist to my eyes. They squinted hard. I swallowed. She knew. I'm going to die, I chanted over and over in my head. She set my hand down, turned to the king, and gave a slight bow. “Lady Sovia is indeed with child.” I gasped. A hand flew to my chest as the tears building in my eyes slipped down one cheek. My chest moved slightly as a low smile formed on my face.

“Names?” “I’ll be Diana,” Claudia said dramatically. “A princess from a distant land.” Sofia laughed. “Then I’m Princess Sofia the First—wife to Prince Hugo of Disneyland.” Ava stared at them. “You two are unbelievable.” Before Sofia could reply, her phone rang. Madre(mom) She stepped aside. “Salve, madre,” she greeted smoothly. (“Greetings, mother.”) “How are you, Sofia?” “I’m fine. I heard you and father are in California—”

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.