The Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

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.

"And then bring me a drink. Scotch. Two fingers." I stared at his back. He didn't see a human being. He didn't see the girl he'd kidnapped and tortured. He saw a servant. A tool. Something that existed to meet his needs. And as I knelt back down into the gray dust, my body trembling from exhaustion and hunger, I realized something that broke the last piece of me still holding on. The Princess was dead. She had died in the cathedral. This gray, silent thing scrubbing floors and cleaning ash was all that was left. And she belonged to him.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Down the hall, I heard heavy footsteps scrambling in panic, servants screaming, and guards shouting orders as the floor beneath them rolled like the surface of an angry ocean. I stood up slowly from the floor, my breath catching in my throat as a profound, terrifying realization washed over me. Dear Goddess. I had spent all this time relying on my body, playing delicate mind games, and using the power between my legs to manipulate Edward and survive Maria's cruelty. But I had completely forgotten who I was. I was not just a clever girl using her body to win a crown. I was Princess Philomena, born of royal wolf blood, holding an ancient, dormant power that could shatter the very stone of this

My eyes get glued to a painting right behind Daxton and I slowly sit up straight, not taking my eyes off the painting. Daxton turns a bit in his seat and follows my line of sight to the painting, she has something familiar but I can’t tell what it is. “That is Princess Dyala, she was a rather unlucky girl. She was the fourth child and the only girl in the family. It always seemed as if she was adored by everyone in her family, but for at least one family member it was all an act.” Daxton says, while he lifts me in his arms and walks over to the painting.

"I don't know where you're getting at but, since the great Zachary Anderson has resulted to desperation, this should be interesting. Go on." "Very well..." I'm stirring the glass with liquor. "Once upon a time, there was a lost princess, a successor to a grand kingdom. She was arranged to be in a kingdom far away. Innocent as she is, she didn't know anyone. She is shy and never really stood out. Despite all, she's very smart and not to mention rich..."

Because I had not read that name. I had felt it. Like it belonged to me before memory did. Silas’s grip on my arm tightened slightly without him realizing it. Caspian looked at me again. Carefully now. Like he was watching a structure collapse in real time. “The lost princess,” he said quietly, “was never unprotected.” A pause. Then: “She was hidden.” My throat went dry. Hidden. Not dead. Not lost. Hidden. The mark on my wrist burned so sharply I almost cried out.

“So, when the princess goes to meet the prince, she finds out that the prince has lost his memory. He doesn’t even recognize her.” Hearing this, Annika was shocked. “What? He forgets the princess? What about the princess’s baby? Does he not recognize her either?” Annika asked with pure innocence. At this question, Aria burst into laughter. “No… He doesn’t even know he has a baby princess. A super cute one, just like you.” Annika beamed with joy at this. “Then what happens?” “Then…” Aria gently pulled Annika into her lap. “The princess goes to bring the prince back for her baby princess. She goes right to his palace…”

Then a day ago, he had noticed that the princess of Renam Kingdom was missing, the king was shocked by the calmness with which the prince said that she had returned. They made a regular attack, their people were killed, they also suffered losses, Princess Rupa could have been imprisoned, but such a big step was taken only so that Zalari could fulfill his wish. The slave princess of the empire was first kept in his bedroom and then brought back safely. He was not ashamed of all his hard work and efforts and was not regretting his actions.

I remembered the book I read in the secret passage of our palace. In ancient times, the stars didn’t fade when morning came. Because the light they brought had no brilliance. There was a princess who was brought into the world, and like a shining star, everyone looked up to her. She was the princess in the prophecy. But in an unexpected turn of events, everything changed. Fate became reckless with her. I didn’t finish reading that book because Mother forbade it. I want to know what happened to the princess, because since the tragedy happened, the stars have lost their sparkle and light. They only appear at night to remind everyone of the princess’ presence, but many have forgotten her.