The Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

I raised my eyes to him. "What else did he say?" he wondered, his eyes darkening. I remained silent. I'm not going to lie to Alpha Greyson. I cannot do it. "I... remember my childhood memories now..." my voice trembled. "... Alpha Greyson... I am the l-lost princess of Rema Kingdom..." Tears streamed down my cheeks. I watched him. He didn't even bat an eyelid. Does he now know everything about me? But... Dylan stated that Alpha Greyson believed I died in the attack years ago.

Only one day out of my immortal life. I closed my eyes and envisioned the castle of Faerl. The tears had not stopped. I portaled to the throne room. The king and queen had the court assembled. They were trying to figure out another reconnaissance mission to find their long lost daughter. She had been missing since she was three.

My eyes are darting over the damage to the car. This is not how I had wanted to find my mate. I had wanted to find her well. Be able to convince her to return with me. Tell her what a fool I had been. Knowing that in spite of everything she had fallen for me again meant the world to me. We had found one another once and fallen for one another, and in a cruel twist of fate, she had forgotten me, and fallen for me all over again... I had been blessed, not just once but twice. I could not let my girl die.

she never failed to remind me of that stupid thing I did but I was not ready to let that deter me or make me regret fighting for what I truly wanted. “I didn’t leave. I forgot.” I slammed the marriage certificate down on her coffee table. “But you knew. You knew where I was. You knew I had no idea. And you still kept him from me! Why? Why didnt you come back looking for me and why was it that when you finally came back, you hid from me? You djdnt only hide yourself, you hid my child as well? Why did you do that?'

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her. And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind? The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I pulled it out. “Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.” My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

⸻ Days passed in a haze of quiet investigation, and rumors began drifting in from every trade route at once, carried by merchants who all told some version of the same impossible story, their voices dropping low with the kind of reverence usually reserved for gods. A forgotten kingdom had returned. Its lost princess had woken. She commanded a wolf made of silver light, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, and every kingdom bordering hers had gone quiet with the shock of it. I refused to believe it until a merchant in the market square said her name without knowing I was listening, his hands still busy weighing grain, his voice pitched only for the woman beside him. “Her name is Princess Felic

"He says that she is a kind, intelligent, and very promising young woman and that he regrets not having been able to do more for her, since she has disappeared without a trace and everyone is looking for her. That's what's been happening in the capital, old chap. I'm waiting for your reply about the sales in the south and whether you're really happy with the partnership. Best wishes, R.B." It was strange to read that the same woman I had been watching, so cheerful and kind, had been through such horrors. I needed to find out what I was missing, I needed to see for myself whether the first princess, Camellia Arventia, was the mad princess or just a victim at the hands of my terrible cousin an

"Actually, dear, Queen is having a amnesia and because of this she doesn't remember anyone. It is like she has lost her memory .She neither speaks to anyone nor she gives any sign to anyone. when I came to palace for the first time her condition wasn't like this but something bad happened and she lost her memories and from that day I got the job of feeding her. I mean all her doings are done by me. She was very sweet and caring but from that incident she hardly talks to anyone even the king is not able to recover her condition. She always talks about prince as he is the only one whom she remembers clearly but as we already know that prince is not here so we don't say much about prince to her