Sofia The First The Royal Mess Novels & Stories

I see the forced smile on his flips and immediately realise that he needs to put on a show to make everything seem fine. "It is a great honour for us to pass down the throne to my son and his mate. We know just how capable you both are of ruling over our people. I pass this on to you Aiden Joshua King." Mason says with so much pride. He can't keep the grin off of his face. "I pass this on to you Mackenzie Roseline Lathen." Luna says and they give us silver daggers with a wooden handle. This is so that our wounds don't heal too quickly.

“What do you want, Fiona?” She glared down at him, wearing her customary lemon face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her smile. “I simply wanted to remind you that as a member of the Royal family of Montrovia, you’re obligated to marry someone of similar status. A lowly American with no breeding and no sizable wealth is certain to be unacceptable.” He gritted his teeth as he glared up at her, mimicking her fierce frown. “My personal life is my business, not yours. You work for Barret, not me.”

White silk drapes everywhere, catching the breeze. I park my beat-up sedan between luxury SUVs and sports cars that probably cost more than my cottage. As I make my way toward the reception area, I scan the crowd for familiar faces. Marcus’s wedding would draw mostly Royal Guard—active and retired—along with their families. “Sofia Homes?” An older wolf in formal attire steps forward, his face lighting up with recognition. “Is that really you?” I recognize him immediately—Commander Davies, retired from the Royal Guard five years ago.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

The look prompted one of the men to drag Sofia down from her throne. “Let me go! I can walk on my own!” She struggled a little, but she got a merciless slap. The person who hit her was Stefanie. She blurted coldly, “This is for your betrayal fifteen years ago!” Fifteen years ago, Sofia had already crawled into the crown prince’s bed while Stefanie was plotting her escape from the palace. Sofia had promised to help Stephanie, but she betrayed her and disclosed her plans to the crown prince. Stefanie was nearly killed by an arrow at that time.

The first one too dumb for an interesting company, and the other to aggravating. Sidastir found the new company amusing and wondered if he should put an enchantment over the palace so no one could depart from it, but concluded his palace had enough ice statues without having him freeze his guests. Which most likely would have been the result of his hex as he doubted the guests would have appreciated his little mischief. Guests started to showcase their talents after their names had been called. The majority of them displayed abilities in magic while a few sang or demonstrated their talents for the duels. The young king found the show amusing but was unimpressed with their talents.

Daniel stormed into the palace, his footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors of the palace hall. The massive doors slammed behind him with a thud that seemed to shake the ancient chandeliers overhead. Servants scattered at the sight of his furious expression, bowing hastily and disappearing into side corridors. His blood was boiling. He didn’t bother knocking as he pushed open the doors to the royal study. Inside, his parents sat waiting like kings on their thrones. King Reginald Knight leaned back in his high backed leather chair, fingers placed under his chin, while Queen Eleanor sat beside him, her posture elegant and proud, a diamond necklace glittering coldly on her neck.

She wished to know the real name of the first king of the Gograonia Empire. She made a bet with Marleen, and she hated losing. The bet was simple; If she can get the real name of the first king, the first among the pure-blood royals within 48 hours then she wins. And if not, she loses. The name of the first King on the Royals record book was Samson Seth. But upon further investigation, she discovered that wasn't the name, that was fake. So now, she's set to find her real name. Marleen seemed to know more about the Royals than anybody in the palace. The way she speaks and does things always seems to leave her stunned.

Victoria was grateful for her family, feeling a pang of envy towards the original owner of her body, which only fueled her desire for more. "Victoria!" Sofia called out. "We have to head to the venue now." She glanced at her parents and greeted them with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sofia." "You're absolutely stunning," Sabby remarked. "I'm a huge fan of yours, Miss Sofia. I've seen almost all of your movies," Emmanuel added. Sofia blushed and could only manage an awkward smile. Despite being billionaires, Emmanuel and Sabby spoke like regular people. "Thank you so much," Sofia replied.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.