Novel & Cerita They Say I Was Born A King's Daughter

I said shortly. "You're not going to tell me your name?" He asked. "I'm Kira," I replied, still guarded. "Just Kira? Thought you were a princess?" He pointed out. "Uh, yeah. King Marcus is...is my father," I replied, rubbing my arm with the other hand. "I guess you think that qualifies you to be at this meeting then," he said. "What do you mean?" "That fact that you are the King's daughter does not guarantee you to be in this meeting. You shouldn't have followed your father because you obviously don't have stuff," he did not mince words and looked directly into my eyes.

She was the apple of his eye: Inayat, the cherished daughter born to him and his beloved Queen Diana. The king's gaze met Inayat's, and she smiled softly, her eyes shining with joy at his return. Her beauty was a testament to her lineage, for she was the daughter of the most beautiful queen the king had ever known. Yet, Queen Diana was no more now, leaving behind only memories and the precious gift of their child.

she said coyly as she eyed him from head to toe and found him not lacking at all. "I don't think we've been introduced. I don't know who you are" " That's my father's fault. He's always keeping me away from the spotlight because he thinks am a nuisance" she says playfully. " Am Amor kings. The only daughter of Adam kings" she introduces proudly.

The king inquired, narrowing his eyes slightly. The queen bit her lip momentarily. "My children." She finally mumbled. The king raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Your children? Do you mean to say that you've given birth?" Celine shook her head. "No," she said shortly, "but... they're expecting." The king's expression turned dark, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who?" He demanded. "Me." The king stared blankly at his daughter for a moment, his eyes growing wider with every passing second. Suddenly realization came to him.

Armano slowly shaking his glass, "My daughter asked it." "What?" "It's look like that she's already moving on from the jerk who broke her heart." Nolan stares at his empty glass, "You did not put some poison in this wine, right?" "Say, His Highness. My precious daughter got the least support from the nobles fraction because of the rumors of her bad deeds. She isn't going to be chosen as the crown princess. Am I wrong?" Nolan put his glass on the table and refused to drink anymore. He looks at his former teacher, thoroughly.

He pulled the chair for me. "Good morning, Your Majesty," I bowed to the king before sitting down. "It's indeed a wonderful morning seeing my princess dressed as she should," King Suxx wide smile indicates prosperity. "You are very gorgeous," he complimented. "Thank you," I smiled and glanced at the three other men. I'm having a suspicion that I am the daughter of King Suxx. I remember the bearded man I fought yesterday called me daughter of Suxx, and Kaera called me a princess. How did it happen?

Between us, Gabby clutches my hand, small fingers tight around mine. “Alpha Victor,” the herald calls. “Of the Midsummer Pack.” Victor steps forward and bows low. Damon mirrors him, slower, less polished, but still respectful. I do the same, praying the trembling in my knees isn’t visible. The King’s eyes flick over us, pausing when they land on Gabby. His brows rise, just slightly. “And this?” “My daughter,” I say quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Gabriella. She… she wanted to come. Every little girl dreams of seeing the royal palace.”

The king’s gaze is piercing, filled with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. “Who are you to trespass in my castle?” he demands, his voice echoing through the vast chamber. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my lineage settle on my shoulders. This is it. I can’t hesitate any longer. “I am Aloria,” I announce, my voice steady despite the tumult within me. “The lost princess… your daughter."

Her mother sighed in relief when she heard that. She did not think that the demon king could make her daughter happy, he wanted to reject her for the Goddess’s sake! “Am glad to hear it.” Her mother told her. “Can I also hug my daughter now?” the king asked making the two laugh and pull out of the hug. “Father,” said Kendra hugging her father. “My dear princess.” He said hugging her. “Not a princess any more father but a queen now.” She corrected thinking of her mate.

Everyone stepped forward to take a closer look, and most importantly, everyone was anxious to know if it was a girl or a boy. - "So?" asked the husband in a hasty tone. - "Sir, madam, I have the honor of informing you that a little girl just is born" she replied while prostrating herself. The crowd here congratulated the parents before taking their leave to leave them alone together and especially to let the mother get some rest. It was miraculous that a woman could survive childbirth because there was so much risk of infection, illness and death that having one child was one chance, but having three was something else entirely, a gift from the Lord. Nevertheless, before their departure, the