The Queen's Heir Princess Bride Novels & Stories

Seraphina thought she may be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Seraphina saw all the colour drain from Achilles face. “What are we celebrating?” the stranger spoke, her voice sounded like a song. Seraphina felt a pit form in her stomach, she gulped. “It seems my invitation didn’t quite reach me?” she spoke again as no one had answered her previous question. There were scowls all around. “Who are you?” Seraphina asked softly. The stranger glared at Seraphina, the newcomer didn’t recognise her as a noble girl and her anger immediately rose. “Who am I? Who the hell are you? How dare you speak directly to me; do you know who I am? I will have you lashed 1000 times for your insolence!”

They all stood up and bowed to her as she sat right on the chair next to mine. "You wanted to talk about me, right? I think it's so much better I'm here so I'll hear what you're trying to say about me." She said folding her arms across her chest. Normally, queens have their officials and just deal with the females in the kingdom then get back to the king on what's going on but I didn't mind her staying here. "Your majesty. We know his majesty loves you, but you have to understand that his bride has been chosen. Lady Eliza will make our connection with Seat of Trace closer to us and we can get things from them, but him being married to you doesn't…"

"Because a prince should be a shield for his people. He should stand in the front row to hold up the bullets, not stay safe and unharmed behind his people." Lila stole a glance sideways with knitted brows. She understood the meaning behind what Henry had just said, that Prince Edvard was born with obligations and huge responsibilities, so the woman who would become his wife must have a sharp mind and a sense of responsibility as strong as his. What she couldn't understand was, why Henry told her that? She didn't have a slightest bit of intention of becoming involved with the second prince in a romantic way. Not even cross her mind. Changing her expression from wonder to sly smile, she pushed

There was no trace of the girl in a cheap blazer who used to bring Damien Sterling his coffee, her head down, her presence a ghost. Elena, my only link to the past and my co-conspirator in the present, leaned against the doorframe. “Well? You look like a million bucks. Soon, you’ll be looking at a billion.” “It’s not the money, Lena,” I said, my voice flat. “I know.” Her tone softened. “But are you sure about this, Sarah? Once you step onto this path...” “It’s Aria,” I corrected her, the name still feeling foreign on my tongue. “And there’s no other path. There’s only forward.”

The palace hummed with anticipation, a kingdom holding its breath for the moment when I would step forward as Princess Victoria, wife to Prince George, who is heir to the throne. The air smelled of roses and wax polish, candles and lavender, blending into a heady perfume that made my pulse quicken. I ran a hand over the bodice of my gown, feeling the subtle textures beneath my fingertips, and reminded myself that today was the day that history would bow to me. Today, I would ascend to a title I had long dreamed of. Today, the world would know me not as the shadow of Grace or the silent sister, but as Queen by right chosen by destiny and by my own determination. Nothing is going to stop this

The prince became a strapping man who sought adventure in fabled lands a wife to win, her marriage hand to the crossroad his fine steed ran. Storms brewed above, the lindworm came: “No wife before me, for I am your twin.” Beast nearly bit the prince in twain he barely escaped torn bones and skin. So princesses came from far and wide all to be the lindworm’s bride but the noble girls were sorely tried in the morning each left, mortified. The monarchs mourned, no princesses came, the queen consulted her old groundskeeper and ordered his daughter to have the shame of marrying the beast, a bride for the Reaper.

I climbed the stairs after her while the announcer announced her presence. "Attention, The Queen of mahabaleshgarh is entering the Royal Court" We were a little away when I heard the second Announcement that made my heart beat wildly. "Attention, The wedded Princess of Mahabaleshgarh, Wife of Prince Rajvardhan, Princess Abhishree is entering the royal court. Please stand up in the honor of Royal ladies" His voice was loud enough to announce that I was married to that animal. Somehow it made me feel cry and twist my stomach in some way too.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

she moaned softly, her eyes half-closed from pleasure. As he moved, his voice came out in low questions. “So, tell me… what really happened earlier? Between Princess Sheila and the King’s bride?” The maid’s breath came out in quick pants. “Princess Sheila’s maids were sent away from the King’s wing… by the King’s bride. So Princess Sheila came, very angry. She started questioning the head maid… but the King’s bride stood up for her. She told Princess Sheila off… in front of everyone.”

Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.