The Queen's Heir Princess Bride Novels & Stories

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

I'm running through a beautiful meadow, giggling with my lady, Princess Claudia. A true vision in her elegant cream dress embroidered with flowers, against her light skin. Her hair is blonde, almost like woven gold. I hold a coveted position in court. Being a lady-in-waiting to the Princess Royal, is the highest position bellow the queen's ladies. I will, no doubt be married off to a noble suitor soon. Claudia is promised to a distant kingdom and my father would not allow me, his only daughter to go off with her to an exotic new land.

“Queen Olivia wouldn’t be caught dead behaving like that. She had grace. Power. She didn’t throw herself at him like a siren temptress.” Jo’s spine stiffened. “She is a siren,” the third one muttered. “From the Sea Kingdom, apparently. But have you seen her hair?” “Red,” one of them said, like it was a slur. “All the Sea Kingdom princesses are blonde. She’s the odd one. Probably not even full royal blood.” “No wonder she's called the cursed bride in the book,” someone else said in a lower voice. “ The siren seduced him, and now we’re all paying the price.”

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

The Prince and Princess danced, spinning around with perfect timing to each other’s steps. Cory dipped Alicia and kissed his lovely bride. The King and Queen danced beside them. The Queen watched the Prince and Princess and was so happy. Everything had gone perfectly. They had won the battle; the new princess was crowned. All that awaited the happy couple was the consummation of their marriage, and then to wait for the birth of the royal heir, she thought. Prince Corithias danced with his mother and then his grandmother. Princess Alicia danced with the king and then Uncle Renik scooped her up in his arms. Alicia thought it strange that he danced out onto the balcony with her.

“Isabelle, ring for your father immediately!” Setting aside her toast, Isabelle rose to pull the bell cord. “What is it, Mother? Has something happened?” Mrs. Ellwood clutched the parchment to her chest as if it might take wing and fly away. “It is an official proclamation from Cresthaven Palace. His Royal Highness, Prince Sebastian Winthorne, is to select a bride!” Isabelle paused, one hand still on the bell cord. “I see. And this concerns us because…?” “Because, you impossible girl,” her mother exclaimed, patience fracturing, “all eligible young ladies of quality are commanded to attend a month-long selection season at the palace! Priscilla among them!”

But no one in that church could tell she was unhappy: she plastered a smile on her face, and she said her vows in a clear voice, not an ounce of hesitancy in her words. I said my vows with my stomach in knots. I had the sudden urge to turn around and yell at the crowd that this was all a farce. I was a bastard; I wasn’t the true Hereditary Prince of Salasia. I was marrying Niamh Gallagher because, in a truly bizarre twist of fate, she was one of the actual heirs to the throne. I wanted to rip off my sash, trample it, and maybe throw my sword into one of the prayer cushions nearby. Would God strike me down, though? Was it blasphemy to destroy a prayer cushion with a ceremonial sword?

Enerva left the chamber and headed to the throne room Indigo waited until Nora’s head disappear and she rushed towards Akshara to console her, “Hey, Queen knew about five brides but the fabrics are seven. So, Queen is expecting my lady to join them.” Akshara replied sobbing, “I did my work of decorating your lady. Is this how you repay your gratitude?” “No, you don’t understand, Queen knew that our crown prince brought a girl with him from Frozen Crescent. Something might have happened in the court of Las Oajar. That’s why she opened the gate for allied countries' brides. She also knew about Nora’s feelings over the crown prince.” “So, does your queen doesn’t know to count? She has sent seve

the king commented, and I didn't fail to portray before him. "Adams, she is your bride?" The queen asked Adam, he stood beside me by only nodding his head. This bastard, must he agree to that? Is not that I even like him or want to be with him. "Very well, I must say you've gotten yourself a beautiful dancer as a bride," she said and I smiled. Of course, I know I'm beautiful in fact more than the word beautiful. I'm a seductive art of work. No man who laid their eyes on me would not to fall for me. And that kind of makes me stand out from all my age mates. But I don't know why that stupid dragon didn't choose me for the prince but instead, she went to pick that ugly donkey that is not even u

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.