The Abandoned Girl Who Became Princess Romane & Geschichten

Back when I was still in college, things had been different. Everyone adored me. I was the only daughter of the Quinn family or at least that’s how the world saw it. They called me Daddy’s princess. Wherever I went, I was recognized, admired, envied. I never had to ask for attention; it was always given freely. Everything I wanted, I got. But now? Things had changed so much that a random café manager with two left feet and zero awareness felt comfortable enough to remind me that I was adopted. If he knew, then others knew too.

She really had nothing in this world. When King Draven found her eight years ago, she was starving, dirty, and half-dead in the cold forest. She did not have a royal trunk. She did not have any expensive dresses, jewelry, or family heirlooms. She was just a poor, homeless human girl. The King had taken her in, clothed her, and given her the title of a princess, but deep down, she always knew she was different from everyone else in this castle. Thinking about her past made a deep pain twist in her chest.

The little girl has tears streaming down her face as she looks at me. “They said that I was too different to stay,” she says as she hiccups between her sobs. “They said that the Princess would take care of me. Are you the Princess?” Ward comes up from behind me and looks from me to the little girl in confusion. “I am the Princess. But where is your mommy?” I ask her calmly. “I don’t have a mommy anymore,” the little girl cries. “They said you would take care of me.”

If William rejected my proposal, my fate would be sealed, there was no other sure way of escaping the clutches of the Emperor and Theodore. The next morning, my nanny was just finishing tidying my hair when a knock on the door put us on alert. It was unusual for them to have such respect for me, but it seemed that my recent punishments had had the desired effect. My nanny went to open the door, and a maid, followed by two soldiers, appeared. "I greet Your Highness, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Princess Camellia Arventia," they said at the same time. I got up from my chair and signaled for them to stand.

John’s jaw clenched, eyes darting between the cold paper in my hands and Matilda’s camera. "I don’t have a pen," he muttered, shaking his head. "I do!" Matilda interjected, rifling through her bag for a pen. Was she really just a girl's girl? I wondered as I took the pen from her and handed it to John. "Now sign it," I said, feeling a surge of confidence. John took the pen and papers, placing them on the bedside table. "Are you sure about this, Sophia?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain as he scrawled his signature. "Don’t forget, you’re a poor orphan who has nothing. You need me. Everything you have, I gave to you."

One of the strongest and most feared werewolf packs in the world. But I didn’t grow up knowing that. I grew up bouncing from orphanage to foster home to orphanage, thinking I was just a human girl who no one loved. The latter was true, but the former was that I was heir to the Luna throne. I only learned that the day I turned eighteen. I stood on the street with my things in a bag, nowhere to go after being told I was too old to stay in the orphanage. As the tears began to stream down my face, she appeared.

"So he whisked her away to his palace. But she used to think, she wasn't worthy enough to become the prince's wife or become the Queen. This hurt the prince, he thought that she didn't like him." Tori's mouth dropped open. "What did he do then, Dadda?" "The prince decided to find out the reason why she thought she wasn't worthy. And do you know what he learnt?" "What?" She asked eagerly. There was fear in Ava's eyes. Fear of what? Did she think I would actually say she was a slave? "He found out that the girl used to be a princess. But another kingdom's king had captured her Kingdom and had kept her locked in a tower."

He shouted at her, went outside, saw the other girl under the tree in his surrounding, called her, and in front of Ariel, he took her in and started banging her, their moans filling the room. With a broken and shattered heart, she went back home. That was the last time she set her eyes on him. That was the last time she smiled, it was at that season and time that the Gods nicknamed her 'Princess of the dark.' That was the last time she ever loved and in all her life then, she believed no man can ever make her feel loved again. She lost all her friends because everyone became afraid of her. No one wanted her anymore, even her father forsook her seeing how she transformed in a few days just be

" Well, I think he's quite caring and loving especially to you. " " That's what you think? " " Yeah, what else do you think I should think? " She inquired a little Suprised. " Um.. Don't worry. " " Anyways, I once read a story about a young fifteen ar old girl who attempted suicide but was lucky to be rescued by her brother who happened to be a Royal Prince. " " Oh, but how can she be a sister to the royal prince if she's just a peasant? " " That's because she's actually a Royal but unfortunately she was switched at birth. " She explained.