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

He inhales my scent, his eyes briefly closing, my muscles taut yet quivering. It takes a minute to process what he just said. Why would they care about me? "Wait! Did you say I was Royal? Does that have something to do with my parents' deaths?" I'd gotten so bogged down in my anger about my mate being a womanizing douchebag that that little nugget completely slipped by me. "You're the King's lost heir, Alyssa. Your mom was his daughter." I'm dumbfounded for a few moments before offering my well-thought-out, eloquent response, "Bullshit."

I looked at his face in the stone and couldn’t speak. I wanted to know too. How had it come to this. Ten years ago, Caelum was the King of the Gods, and I was an ordinary mortal girl at the foot of Olympus. He came down to the mortal world on one of his sky rounds. He saw me, and he took me up to the divine mountain. Right beside his own temple, he built a palace for me. Just me.

"Head up. Shoulders back. You are King Alaric's daughter. Not a victim. Not a refugee. Not a broken wife. A Queen. Act like one. Believe it." I walk. The doors are gold. Heavy. Guards in gray suits watch us. Their eyes go to my dress. My borrowed boots. My bloody hands. My swollen face. They see a mess. They see a woman who fell down. They don't see me rising. "Name?" one asks. Bored. Like I am nothing. Like I will always be nothing. "Seraphina Alaric." My voice doesn't shake. I make sure. I make it strong. "Daughter of King Alaric. Candidate for the crown."

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve. All ruined, though, when his mate appeared.” My entire body went still. “Mate?” I snapped. “So it was true. He was destined to have one?” “Yes,” she said, swallowing. “And from what I gathered, she’s the daughter of the King and Queen of Keladia.” She flinched when I began to laugh—loud, sharp, unhinged laughter echoing across the room. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “This,” I hissed, stepping closer, “is wonderful news. I will destroy that girl with my bare hands. And when I do, my brother will break… and that mutt King and his precious woman will finally pay for imprisoning me.”

“Honey, up until now, your father was alive.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she stopped me by holding up her hand. “I know you have questions. They will just have to wait. You need to know who you are.” Taking a shaky breath, she continued while walking and pacing the floor in front of me, “And I know this will be hard to believe but...” She turned to face me. “Your father is… I mean was, of royal blood. A King to be exact.” I frowned and looked down at my lap confused. “A King, of what country?” I asked looking back up at my mother.

Behind him, Megan’s face was a picture. “Nice try, Ephron. Clara might not behave like she gave birth to me, and these things can be faked with other newborns being introduced in a timely manner, yet there is no denying King Stephen doted on his only daughter. Or are you implying she played him false in a different way? That would mean you're not even his heir.” “It was a joke, nothing more.” “In poor taste. Haven’t you gone yet, girl?” she exploded. Megan scurried to obey, a smile lurking at the corner of her full lips.

“Years ago, shortly after I ascended the throne. I was young, naive and foolish. I was just a young King ruled by lust and desire. That lust brought life into this world. A daughter. My daughter.” A few gasps could be heard across the room followed by mumblings and whispers. The Alpha King held up a hand and all the whispers and mumblings died down immediately. “I did not claim her. I did not raise her. And though I never stopped watching from afar, never stopped ensuring her safety, I failed to give her the name, the legacy, and the love she deserved. Until today.” The room threatened to go crazy now as everyone talked animatedly. No one bothered to keep it down now and I could see people l

“The previous king and queen had no sons, but two daughters.” Mila frowned. "What does it mean?" ================ Mila was changing clothes, while Liam was standing behind her, his back to her. However, Mila didn't care if Liam peeked at her changing clothes or not, as her visible nakedness was the last thing she was worried about given what information Liam had just dumped on her. What did Liam mean by saying that she was the biological daughter of the previous king and queen? All the information Mila got felt illogical and hard to believe.

She trailed off, as realization struck her. It was not surprising to me. I was already guessing this to be the reality. “ Your father was King Mason Anasazi. The Former King of the Kingdom of the South and you are his seventh daughter. ” He revealed and paused to let it sink in. “ She is a Princess? ” Nora chimed, turning the grave atmosphere into a funny one. “ Oh, I have another Princess friend. That’s great. I am gathering Princesses like antique pieces from a famous shop. ”

I let out a breathless chuckle. Dad smiled down at me, putting his arm out for my own. "You're smart and compassionate, Bella. You're the first female born to an Alpha King, that make's you more special than you could ever know. You'll be a ruler that makes history." I felt my stomach clench at Dad's words. I felt weighed down with expectations and pressure, but his words seemed to lift me. The back's of my eyes burned with unshed tears. "Don't go making me cry now." I giggled, following it with a sniffle. "I'll definitely be late if I ruin my makeup."