The Forgotten Princesses Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

That hadn’t happened quite so much after Queen Eleanor’s passing, though he knew Magnus had counselled her that sadness wasn’t what her mother would have wanted or expected. Reminded of her duty, the younger of the two princesses had made beautiful things to decorate some of the common areas. Her needlework was praiseworthy, according to many, and she had a talent for whittling. Not quite so ladylike. That had made him smile, until he saw the little stags and hedgehogs which abounded, all fashioned from wood. Their likeness to the real thing was amazing.

That’s not the only thing that happened; that was just day one. After her burial, the next thing that occurred was what I can only call the death of the wives' club. It started on the evening of the third day. Ilana had been buried, and the elites were celebrating. I was in my living room, thinking of Isabella, covered in blood, with a horrified look on her features that was still plaguing my nightmares. Olivia had appeared like a ghost in the night. She turned on the television, flipped to one of those terrible celebrity news channels, and plopped down next to me. With a good distance between us.

(Agent Curufor) Everyone in the room were baffled as i said this, according to their logic there were supposed to be no body left alive that can contested the throne rights, other than that prince. And Unlike everyone Alfred were the first to seems to get my hint. “No!..there is one….the lost princess..Princess Helen Hallerusia, the 7th Princess that were abandoned by her father, family and her own country…Right Sire?”. (Alfred) Alfred shot a look at me, feeling proud that he might get this deductions correct. The other 2 also shot a sharp glance at me waiting for the answer from me and at the same time giving the look that says ‘ You are a genius for knowing this’ or ‘you are amazing’.

But I understood nothing honestly, but before I could ask, she kept going on… “I see blood that remembers crowns it never wore. A princess stripped of worth, hidden by time, unnamed by history…” “Only her blood can unmake what your ancestors stole,” Valhalla paused, and then suddenly smiled. “Only her return can close what was not supposed to open…” “Who?” I stepped forward, because I had now seen some lights. “Who is she?” “A princess who is not named.” She repeated her words. “And what if she is not found,” I demanded, my fists clenching by my sides.

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

Alex whispered to Xerxes, “She’s okay. This princess seems to treat you real well and covers up for you well. She looks fairly decent in the wedding dress. It will be the same once you close your eyes, so you shouldn’t be conflicted and just become carefree Prince Consort here.” Xerxes gritted his teeth. “Get lost, motherf*cker!” The Grand Preceptor said, “Your Highness, they have dug up the Pool of Forgotten Love.” The princess snorted. “If they have dug it up, so be it. What’s so strange about that... hmm? What did you just say? What has been dug up?” “The Pool of Forgotten Love.”

I stared at them leaving in disbelief, my face pale. Sure enough, it was not long before a hypnotist came to see me. Unfortunately for them, they underestimated how alert I was. The hypnosis failed. I only pretended to forget. For the next two years, I never brought it up again, and I never went looking for them either. Even after I was diagnosed with stomach cancer last year, I told no one. I kept it buried inside me. Only after my inheritance landed in my account did I make a post online to hire a family.