The Queen's Heir Princess Bride Novels & Stories

"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.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

I made sure her room is a little close to mine. I opened the door to see her sitting on the bed with her head down. She's probably crying. Well, she will get use to it. People cry when they are in a new environment. She hasn't noticed me yet, so I used that medium to check her out. She's beautiful and have nice shape too. Well she got that from her mom and Ryder, they don't have any resemblance except the eye colour. I licked my lips and smile. "Hey princess " I say and she raise her head up. I search her face to see if there's fear in them but no she doesn't fear me and that got me angry.

If the seed of the husband and the womb of the wife shall breed life, then the ocean will regain its own life through the glory of union that will soon welcome a heir of royal blood. "The crown Princess name was 'Mar Alondra Brinedale: The Sea Queen of Hope and The Priestess of Holy Fertility', she have a twin sister. However, only one could inherit the throne and Mar Alondra was the first born." "A marriage of Royalty and Nobility was immediately held. However, they were not able to immediately execute the ritual when the second princess killed her eldest sister's betrothed."

Bridget had been attending an event at Eldorra’s New York consulate, as was required of the Princess of Eldorra. That’s right. She was an honest-to-God, real-life princess, second in line to the throne of a small but wealthy European country. She looked the part, too. With her golden hair, deep blue eyes, and elegant bone structure, she could’ve passed for a young Grace Kelly. I hadn’t known who Bridget was when she, Jules, Stella, and I found ourselves assigned to the same suite freshman year. Besides, I would’ve expected a freakin’ princess to have a private room.

I shake my head, only if they stop whispering they would know what it holds. I sigh turning my attention to the frills of my gown. I adjust them over my knees when I hear a clap reverberate inside the room. Sir. Andrew clears his throat unfolding the scroll. “I King Adrian being of sound and disposing mind and memory, and not acting under duress, or any undue influence, of any person whosoever declare this to be my last will and statement. The kingdom of East Millsdearne will hereby crown, my only heir Princess Adria Canmore as the rightful Queen of the kingdom; until her marriage. The throne will be descended by her with all the rights and powers of the king.”. My breath catches in my throa

she said and hurrily stood up to find out what could be going on but she didn’t get to leave her seat when the presence of the bride’s entrance is announced All eyes suddenly went up to the large door where the Princess is supposed to come through, they all look eager to see how the bride will look today, she’s rated the most beautiful in the whole kingdom and even outside the kingdom of Aither and many have come today from all over the four kingdoms to behold her. In a magnificent ice white with has an asymmetrical waistline which made her body shape looks as elegant as she take her steps in the block heels carefully. The beautification of her hair makes her looks like born-Queen and speaks