Novel & Cerita The Queen's Heir Princess Bride

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

They were all clapping their hands in celebration. Jion regained his composure and saw the tribe princess on the entrance of the hall. The red carpet was laid before her to be walked on towards him. The wedding bells and melody played for the bride to began walking. But the tribe princess wasn't moving as she darted her eyes here and there until they both had their eyes locked with each other. The hall was scented with much flowers but he ached to have her wild flower scented skin enshroud his nostril. So determined steps, he trudged his way towards his bride. Everything was hazy. Everything seemed to bemuse him but he wont care so much as he chose to only look at his tribe lady, who adorn

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

“How dare you imply that the queen of the Northern Kingdom—” I hold up a finger. “No. You are the princess of the Eastern Kingdom. I’ve told you that plenty of times before. I have not mated you.” “It’s my signature on the certificate,” she hisses. “A falsified signature.” I shrug. “Either way, if you want a child, go to one of your many lovers.” Her lips tremble, and I catch the crafty shift in her eyes. “What are you talking about? I don’t have any—”

“Mom, Ada murdered a King and brought about the deaths of two others. You can’t be serious about expecting anyone to overlook that.” Ingrid sighs but stands when Bär enters the dining hall. Emma also stands, waiting for Bär and Marya. When they arrive at the head table the room is silent and staring at Bär. “Royal Pack you received the news of your Queens safe delivery of our Princess,” Bär smiles. “She is perfectly healthy. Marya Conrad, Heir Apparent.” Everyone cheers and Bär kisses Ingrid’s cheek before handing over Marya.

I could feel the weight of the moment, knowing that tonight held significance not only for me but for the future of our kingdom. Suddenly, the soft melody of a piano filled the air, signaling the start of the queen's announcement. All eyes turned towards the grand staircase, where the queen descended with grace and elegance. Her regal presence commanded attention, and a hush fell over the hall. With a gentle smile, the queen began to speak, her voice carrying a blend of authority and warmth. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, tonight we gather to celebrate a momentous occasion. It is my great pleasure to officially announce that Naomi, our beloved princess, has been betrothed to Rueben,

The handkerchief lay forgotten on her lap as her lips began to quiver. "So, it is true!" another voice chimed in with a tone tinged with disbelief. "I never imagined His Majesty would take a bride so soon." Isabel's fingers trembled as she continued to stitch, her movements becoming erratic as she struggled to maintain her composure. She wanted to block out the voices, to retreat into the safety of her own thoughts. But the words lingered, haunting her like a ghost from the past. "I heard it's Princess Victoria of the West Kingdom," a third voice interjected, its tone hushed with awe. "She's said to be the most beautiful woman in all the realms."

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

He smirked. "Ohhh daddy, I am so excited," I chirped. "Go get ready, princess," He added, and I nodded. I went inside my room. Everything was already packed, so I didn't need to do anything. It was only that I had to find something good for shopping. I wore a sundress reaching my upper thighs. I made my hair into a braid. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with my look. I heard a knock on the door and I knew daddy was standing by for me. He looked handsome, like always standing by me.

He held me with red eyes and said, "The person I care about most is you. Vivian has no family behind her, and she has trauma. I just pity her. I'm helping her." I believed him. Looking back, I was an idiot. Friendship was their cleanest cover. Protection was the prettiest excuse for betrayal. At ten, my father's underboss knocked. "Miss Rossi, the Council wants every heir at the old chapel to confirm their trial seals. Last step before the list locks." I changed into black and went. Countless alliances had been sworn there under stained glass saints, roses, and guns. Beside the DeLuca seat was an empty chair. It had always been mine.