They Say I Was Born A King's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"you were never meant to be born little girl...your mom was a trash...her relation with my husband was trash and you little evalinge are also their unnamed unaccepted disowned trash!!" "No aunty!! Don't.... don't say such things.....my...my mom loved dad....he loved her too....mom....mom said that I was a gift of ...their love...." The little girl said sobbing on the carpet of the royal hall. "Gift? You were a mistake little girl! A Mistake!! And to correct this mistake we brought Charlie into this world! He is the true first born to this Kingdom of Avanguard.And only he will be the king !!"

I sighed. I never wanted to disturb my mate with this but that is what I will do because I had no other option, I was not ready to let go of this issue because the feeling was still there and it scares me. “Thank you father…” “You are welcome darling daughter, Now in accordance to our earlier topic of discussion, I still believe being the daughter of a king warrants you more when it comes to life. I sighed as I rested on this seat, this will be another long period before I could return to my mate.

She gave me a confused look. "How can this be your home? When we met you said you had no family that they were all dead and you were the only one left. Was that a lie?" Fucking hell! She doesn't stop. "That was all true, my family the true Royals of this kingdom and descendents of the Moon Goddess are all dead. I am the only one left. Well, I was until we had our daughter." Her jaw dropped. She kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of the water.

She was his daughter after all. " You might not know but Bianca only started visiting the king some years ago then suddenly requested to be sent abroad. The two of them are not very familiar with each other." Amber replied. " After saving my life from rogues, the King raised me as his own daughter. I have been accompanying him for years and I know that he longs for a family. " Let's not talk about depressing things. Why don't we go somewhere? It's been a long time since I laid." Amber declared shamelessly, making me laugh.

I said and the girl slapped me. “How dare you say that to my daughter” My eyes wide open When I heard what the girl said. “Now tell me who the hell you are before I Call all my giants to kill all of you,” The girl said “I am the King of vampires. I'm here for the stone” I said without any other word. “So are you saying that You were going to be my enemy? My daughter would be mad at me if that would happen, you were king Albert right?” I smirked… and I said yes…

She almost whispered, gently, and I decided to ask what was bothering me. “Morgan…” I licked my lips and looked into those dark eyes like a starless night. “You are the second concubine. There must be a first.” She nodded silently. “So… Why would the King want a child with me when he has you? And her?” “I am not the daughter of an Alpha. I was the daughter of a Gamma. The first concubine, of a Beta.” She said, “You, in addition to being beautiful and with such unusual features, are the daughter of an Alpha. The most fitting combination for a King.”

The truth did not descend gently. It clicked into place with the finality of a locking bolt, a seismic realignment of every fact of her existence. The air in the mirrored hall seemed to thicken, pressing in on Luna as the magnitude of the words settled into her bones. Daughter of the Alpha King. The lost heir. Not a mistake. Not an accident of birth. A legacy.

Alice said hurriedly, shaking her head as she saw Mary looking guilty again. Hanna was neither angry nor sad; she smiled at Mary and Alice instead. She then said softly, "I couldn't choose who I was born to, but ... anyway, I don't regret being born from her womb." Mary was stunned to hear this. Moreover, the girl then added, "Because I was born from her womb, I have a father who is a wise king in this country. Plus, I have aunts who love me dearly and siblings who care deeply for me."

Then, he praised, “The pillar of my Kingdom, and the Grace of our land, speak. I am prepared.” Now she got up and sat on the bed. The king did the same, and rested his back on the headboard. She did the same, and began, “Promise me that you are prepared to take it.” The King, who was unaware of the magnitude of her question, accepted joyously, and promised, “Cross my heart.” “It's all right. I don't know how it happened, but she is your daughter, and not adopted.” She paused, and waited for her husband's reaction. Then, the King asked, “Do you mean that we had a daughter, and you kept her away from me.”

Obviously, I should have. “Yes,” she says. “This is not a game?” I hazard a guess. “No,” both of them say together. “Wh-why… I… but… why was I raised on the streets if I am a prince?” I ask. “As I said,” she explains, “it was a mistake. Father should have taken you into the castle when you were born, as well as your mother. And you are not a prince. You are a king.” “I’m… supposed to be a king?” I can hardly believe my ears.