Novel & Cerita The Forgotten Princess

After bathing her, she dried her off and helped her to the bed where she got in with her, wrapping her arm around Phoebe. ‘What am I going to do when she wakes up?’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe. ‘You will compel her to forget that she was ever pregnant,’ King Lowe mind linked her. ‘That is not fair,’ Princess Freda objected. ‘It won’t be fair either to leave her in this pain,’ King Lowe mind linked back wishing he could be compelled to forget the children he lost in the supernatural war so that he does not have to suffer the heartache anymore. When Phoebe woke up, she went hysterical, wanting to hold her dead baby, and it made Princess Freda realize that King Lowe was right, so she c

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

In the Valenti Family, you're born with a chip. It's fused into the bio-watch on your wrist, its digital face counting down every second you have left to live. Everyone could see the numbers ticking down on my twin sister's watch. And on mine. They all knew she would die on our 18th birthday. So Vivian became the untouchable princess of our brutal world. Every diamond-stitched gown was hers. The rarest jewels were hers. Even our father's last shred of humanity was hers. That single sliver of warmth he showed only after his gun was holstered.

She shivered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with the cold draft in the room. "You smell good," I murmured, the wolf in me pushing against the surface, demanding a taste. "Better than an Alpha's daughter should. You smell like trouble." "Don't," she breathed. Her voice was weak, but she didn't lean away. "Don't what? Tell you the truth?" I straightened up, pulling my aura back just enough to let her breathe. "You’ve been lied to your whole life, Princess. Told that if you were good, and dutiful, and wore the right dress, you’d be happy. Look where that got you."

“The Pool of Forgotten Love.” “Oh my...” The princess’ eyes widened as she looked at Xerxes. She then stared at Alex and said, “Needless to say, this brat must have done it. Guys, take him away and torture him. You have to get him to hand over the Pool of Forgotten Love before he dies. As for the Prince Consort, he’s demure like a pure little girl. How could he possibly steal the Pool of Forgotten Love?” “Do it!” Swoosh!

Maybe part of me still carried the ache of never being chosen. Selene stepped closer. "The prince will become central to your fate." My face heated immediately. "I am not sure about that with him, it's... complicated." A faint smile touched her lips. "Fate often is." Then suddenly her expression darkened. The silver mist trembled. "Listen carefully, child of two worlds. The Forgotten are searching for something buried beneath the kingdom." I could feel the cold sensation of dread slide down my spine. “What?" "They seek a gate." The word echoed unnaturally.

“Older than the current dynasty’s public reign.” The seer closed her eyes, fingers pressing to her temple. “I see… fractures. Gaps where memory should be.” “Do you see— death?” I asked. “No,” She answered after a moment. “I see—” she frowned and vibrated and then “—disappearance.” My blood ran cold… So, the lost princess is not dead. Good news, for now at least. “When?” I demanded. Her eyes opened, dark and reflective. “During the reign of your grandfather… Vladimir Virek.”

He then carefully poured the potion down the princess's throat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and a serene expression settled over her face. Jack smiled to himself, knowing that his plan had worked perfectly. He had erased the princess's memories of Jacquard and rewritten history to make it seem like he was the one who had saved her. He felt a sense of satisfaction and triumph, knowing that he had outsmarted his brother and secured the admiration of the kingdom.

If she wasn't in the afterlife then where was she? Princess Ingrid scoffed loudly at what Sir Roy had just spoken. "Even after disrespecting the Royal family, you're still seeking for mercy? Aren't you being shameless?" She said then she walked up to May. "Since you act as though you already loss your memory, i will be kind enough to remind you. You are in the grand castle of the kingdom of the great Wohsland and you are standing before the mighty King, King Lucius. Do you remember now? Or are you going to keep faking your memory loss. You dared lie before the King and spied on the third prince, that is a great disrespect to the Royal family, you won't be spared, you won't go home unpunished

Natasha encouraged the Princess to keep praying for him since his brother is alive and not dead because when they recovered all the dead bodies of people who died in the mansion's collapse, Prince's body was not among them. Princess Natasha worked with Princess Justice Maclean for about three days. The two lovely princesses posed for photos with their children on the last day. Natasha told Princess Justice Maclean that she was looking forward to the Prince and that if he did not appear, she would marry no one else. Because Prince is a unique individual in her life. She claimed she would have perished by now if it hadn't been for Prince's intervention.