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

"I don't understand..." "I'm an illegitimate daughter. My father's the king of Gegoria and my mother was a commoner, a maid to be exact. I didn't know that until my mother fell terribly ill and had to seek my father out. She died shortly after announcing I was his child." Maya smiled, a bitter look crossing her face.

“I was given to a nice family who took me in and treated me like their own. I didn’t even know I was adopted until recently. My parents are very loving and kind.” “Sounds boring,” she muttered. “Meanwhile I’ve been doing extensive training so that I could one day take over this empire. It’s in my rights as the King’s daughter to take over once he retires. I’ve been born and raised for this.” I had no interest in taking over any kind of empire, so I didn’t say anything. “I bet you don’t even know how to use your magic,” she muttered. “It’s pathetic.” Queen Elizabeth put her hand over her daughters and gave her a stern look.

I asked him. "Princess among my powers is to talk to others through telekinesis; I just asked her, and this is what she told me," Maxon replied. "Ania Vellentys is my mother's name then," I said, smiling. "Vallentys, that's not possible, Ania. You are her daughter." Said the king. "You knew my mother?" I asked. "Here is Ania Vellentys, daughter of Aniallus Vellentys and Serena Amyrus" said the king.

James laughed along as well. Did they just make fun of me? Oh! Sounds like these kids do not believe me! An exciting idea flashed in my head. Starring at them like this, I couldn’t help myself but sigh and wonder if my plan would work well. I am the Queen of Slytherland. Reigning Monarch from the Bree Dynasty, no other than Queen Alexandra III – I was named Donny Alexandra Zachy upon birth. Right after my father, the late King Arthur Mcflurry Linkoln Zachy died, I was enthroned by my legal right as the oldest child, heir to The Crown. I am the Twenty-Eighth ruler of this Kingdom celebrated Diamond Jubilee just this week.

I wanted to hear what he had to say, and the answer to my question. “Your birth mother is alive and ….” He paused as he looked at me. “And what?” I asked. “Your Birth mother is Ava king,” he said and my eyes widened, as I stood up angrily, I looked at her as I took a step back. “What!”I screamed at him as I raised my hands to my hair and ran my hands through it. Of course I knew Ava king, everyone does and her daughter, Britney King has done nothing but make things worse for me and horrible as she had swore to make everything so hard.

“You told them to beat him.” “I told them to do whatever it took to bring my daughter home,” the king growled. “And to remind him of his place.” Reina stood. “And what place is that, Father? On the ground? Bleeding for loving me just because he's a commoner?” The king’s eyes flashed. “You call that love?” “I do. And you don’t get to decide who I love.” “Then perhaps you’re not the daughter I thought you were,” he hissed. “You were raised to serve the moon goddess and be content with your cloistered life. To walk with honor. To lead with purity. Not to throw yourself into the arms of a nobody.”

We began to eat and talk gently, in a royal way Gladys kept bringing up topics and we kept talking. Seriously I'm tired At some point, I wouldn't talk and she call my name and ask me questions. I wonder why she's here in the first place Me: Gladys She frowned Me: I'm sorry, Princess Gladys. Why are you here? She drank her juice and kept the glass down then smiled King: the king of Birmingham is my long time friend and I know him for his discipline and ethics. And I thought it best that you and his daughter, will make a great couple. Princess Gladys is going to be the next queen of Edinburgh.

I won't risk it. "What?" He arched a brow at me. "King," I breathed out, and his face brightened, "My Father was the King of our kingdom, and my Mother was his Queen. Their marriage was blessed with a child, and that's me. But it wasn't exactly a blessing, or rather, it was a blessing that came with so much agony," "Why do you say that?" "Where I came from, it's taboo for the first child of a King to be a female. And that was the case with my parents. So they came up with the charade of dressing me up as a boy and convincing everyone that I was a boy,"

GEORGINA'S POV. I froze immediately, saying nothing, my eyes slowly turned to Pamela who held her head up in pride. I can't believe she dared say that to the king, but it doesn't matter anyway, the king would have found out sooner or later. “I was told that you talked Pamela into keeping quiet,” the King added. “She is your daughter.” “That's why I asked her to keep quiet,” I defended folding my hands under my breasts. “Don't you know how humiliating this is?” He frowned. “How could the next king be a slave?”

That day that I decided to run away from the family because I overheard my father and his friend— who I have later known as the King— talk about my situation. “What do you mean a defect? How dare you— Pardon me, Your Highness, but even if you are my ruler, I cannot just accept this kind of atrocious judgment! This is unacceptable. How could you come here of your own volition and just call my daughter a defect? Do you know what will happen to her if the servants— if the people outside learn of that!?”