The Queen's Heir Princess Bride Novels & Stories

She opened the door further and I entered, glancing back at her momentarily before joining my father in his parlor. "Welcome my son. What deems this visit?" King Darien asked, cheerful and pleasant. "I’m here on a matter of great importance." "Fine, but first, let me introduce you to your prospective bride, as well as the future Queen of our magnificent kingdom." He rose from his seat and extended his arm, into which the same young woman stepped. "Princess Cassidy, please accept my introduction to Prince Zaiden, your future husband and King." My gaze shifted between the gorgeous princess and my father. "Son, meet Princess Cassidy, daughter of King David and Queen Margaret of the Herian Kingd

This one only showed a face. “The king regrets his deception, but it was necessary for the safety of your bride,” Harold began to explain, “the girl in this portrait, Elenore Ann Catharine MacDonald, is heir to the MacDonald clan, a vast land with plenty of rich soil and game in the forest. Just as he promised. The King thought you would find the woman to your liking, even though she will soon have twenty summers.” “The land sounds to be what I was expecting, and a bonny wife is a bonny wife. She is still young enough to have many bairns. I object only that the chit is not here as I was promised.”

She took the tray and headed for the hall. She found Jane who instructed her to pour water for the ladies that wanted it. Ten minutes later the Queen arrived followed by the prince. It was the first time she was seeing them at such a close range. The prince was such a handsome man, the lady who was going to be his bride would be lucky. They all paid respect to them and watched them sitting down before they did the same. As a helper she couldn’t sit but just stand as far as she could and wait for any instructions.

Drusilla spoke up. “Just smell me,” Lady Briseis said haughtily, “you will know it is the Prince’s child. The heir to the empire.” Seraphina spoke up, “The only person that will carry Achilles’s heirs is me,” Seraphina made sure to emphasise Achilles’s name. “If Achilles did father your child, it is a bastard and nothing more. I am your future Queen, you have interrupted MY engagement celebrations and I do not take kindly to drama,” Seraphina’s icey gaze bore into Lady Briseis. She did not know where this sudden confidence and power had come from. Lady Briseis halted for a moment and then strode over to wear Achilles sat and tried to wrap her arms around him. “My love, are you really going t

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.”

Suddenly, something clicks in the back of my head before my eyes grow as big as saucers when the realization dawns upon me. She is Brida! The former queen of Zaeris. She is the wife of Aurelio and the mother of Zair, the crown prince of Zaeris who was supposedly killed by Arles. But as far as I remember Arles killed the whole royal family before taking over the throne. This confirms that I am either having a vision or somehow I’ve managed to travel into distant past. “Is she here?” Brida asks the old woman who bows even lower if it was even possible with her hunched back.

Her soft skin made her look like an angel. She was the Princess of Baden and her name was Eleanor. It didn’t take the bud of young love to burst. In no time, they formed a bond stronger than just a princess and her knight. They became lovers. When the words reached Legion, he was proud of his daughter’s choice. For him, status mattered, but nothing could compare to the happiness of his daughter. The Queen wasn’t happy with the arrangement but kept quiet in front of her husband’s decision. The mother of the Princess has always dreamt of a Prince, not a lesser Knight. Soon she understood that Henry was the right suitor by watching the shimmering light in her daughter’s eyes whenever he came in

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