They Say I Was Born A King's Daughter Novels & Stories

I smiled I like how she said ‘my father’s kingdom’ it shows that she knows that the only kingdom she has a claim on is that of her king, that is her future husband. She’s not like others who claim their father’s kingdoms as theirs, forgetting that a princess has no claim in her father’s kingdom. “ I am Prince Thabiso of BaTloung Kingdom.” Her eyes widen, oh she was told about me, interesting.

she explained with a pretentious cry. “Traitor’s daughter? What are you rumbling about?” The king demanded. “My name is Sierra and I’m the only daughter of late Hendrix, the late Alpha’s Beta” Sierra said with a scheming look. Everyone stepped back and the king sat up with shock evident on his face. “Did you say the Beta?” The king said and Sierra nodded. Bursting into a loud laugh, the king stood up from his seat and took giant steps towards Sierra on the floor. He crouch down to her level and raised her chin with just two of his large fingers.

Our future. The herald’s voice rang clear, announcing me as Evelyn, trueborn daughter of the Alpha King, heir apparent to the throne. The words struck something deep inside me, something I hadn’t dared let myself believe until this moment. It had felt like a distant concept until those words had been pronounced, an impossibility that time would eventually take from me. But there it was, plainly presented for everyone to hear: I was truly my father’s heir now. The first woman in our history chosen to rule our kingdom.

my mother replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. My blood ran cold. "She's your biological daughter? What do you mean?" "You're just our adopted daughter. Sophia is our biological child. We've raised you all these years, which was already kind enough. You've been occupying Sophia's place for too long—it's time to give it back to her."

“Huh? Then who are you then?” “King Ackmen’s illegitimate daughter. Deianira’s half-blood sister,” I added. “I was born with the King’s first woman, a commoner, who died out of childbirth. Everybody in Daghum knew I am a bastard, hating my existence, and considered the black sheep of the royal family. I don’t know why but the Queen seems to have no concern about it.” Mayari held her mouth shut and her eyes still unconvinced.

"Jolie, I know this may seem far-fetched, but trust me, I’m telling the truth. Believe me, that’s who I really am." "Don’t you wonder where I came from? I just showed up out of nowhere, and I’m not afraid to stand up to Cara. Doesn’t that make you curious about me?" "No one here has ever dared to defend themselves as I have. So why would you doubt my words? I assure you, I am the king’s daughter. My courage and conviction should be proof enough of my royal blood." "Oh, spare me the drama!" Cara snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "Who do you think you are, claiming to be a princess? You’re just a lowly omega, and lying about being royalty will only get you punished. Stop feeding me thi

“Where’s the princess, King Othello?” His eyes directed to King Othello, sitting next to him. He could see anxious smile from that King, three years older than him. “Don’t worry. She’ll be here soon.” King Othello whispered to him. He pulled himself a bit away as he changed the direction of his gaze. He inhaled and returned to look at King Dragon who kept gazing him with suspicious mind. “You know, Princess Celestine is the only daughter of King Victor. She sometimes is so rebellious and stubborn, hard head like a pig, can’t be told like a horse.” King Othello continued, he giggled to melt the situation.

" The king added. " It is not easy. I don't just know where to start. I was treated like a slave at first. Taken to a place in the middle of a desert. I was kidnapped because their King want my hand in marriage. They are all me. Then I fought for my freedom. Here I am. The daughter of King Abasiama Ekpeyong of Abasia Kingdom. Resting my chin on his shoulder." She narrated. " I think that matters now is I am back. No more worries." She said to her father.

She raised an eyebrow, and I couldn’t help but grin. “You of all people should know my background! Quit playing games with me,” I snapped. She pouted. “Tsk, does it matter if a mistress gave birth to you? You still carry royal blood. I mean, nothing fits better than a daughter of a mistress becoming the Queen for a crippled Alpha king,” she added. I shot her a glare, silencing her. “Oops, I went too far.” “Go away—” “ADELAIDE?!” Eleanor called from inside. I quickly rubbed my sweaty hands on my linen gown and rushed inside.

How could someone so little affect me this way? When I regained my composure, I smiled. It was simply hard not to smile while looking at her. “Hello, kid. Who are you?” I asked. Her smile vanished. Sadness instantly clouded her face. Seconds later and she began sobbing. “It’s me, Mommy. Please don’t let me go.” As soon as she said those words, Zachary’s image popped in my head. And then I froze as the realization dawned on me. This little girl was… the King’s daughter?