Novel & Cerita Who Is Aurora The Princess

“I just need to understand.” She sighed, lowering herself into the chair across from me. “Aurora is the queen’s favorite child,” she began slowly. “She’s been raised in privilege, groomed for court politics. But she’s also reckless. Emotional. There’s been rumors that she’s involved with Kiadan and it's a forbidden affair in the palace for a servant to mingle with royalty.” I blinked. “Forbidden? Why?” “Because no highborn is allowed to be romantically entangled with palace guards. It’s a dishonor to the house. Especially not someone like Aurora. If her mother, the queen ever found out…”

she says sadly as if she was bothered by something and was almost trying to hide in there. “That’s ok! No need to be sorry. My name is Aurora” I say gently to her as she slowly turn around to look at me. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde hair that shines like gold in the green house, bright purple eyes, I could have sworn I was dreaming again. They didnt even look real. She curtsy’s towards me, which I am taken aback by. “Please there’s no need for that. I am a mere human. I was brought here my my long lost brother to meet the king and queen” I say to her with warmth in my eyes.

Aurora was the sweetest soul ever. She couldn't fool me twice. "I know you are excited but the baby in Aurora's womb doesn't belong to you…" That was the last straw before my eyes flashed in anger. It took me great self-control not to rip Rosa apart. "Gag her. Make sure she doesn't spill nonsense anymore!" I ordered the guard before storming out of the dungeon in fury. "That child doesn't belong to you, my King! You need to accept the truth!" She kept screaming before the guards silenced her.

The monastery was unusually quiet after Cassandra's departure. No gunfire. No explosions. No shouting. There was only the lingering weight of unanswered questions. Lorrie stood alone on the balcony overlooking the sea. The cool breeze lifted strands of her hair, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her. She wasn't Grace and Carlos's biological daughter. She was Princess Aurora. And somewhere out there, a woman claiming to be her aunt had just turned her entire life upside down. She wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't want any of this..."

With my head lowered I quickly introduced myself. "Good evening sir/ma, my name is Aurora Hawthorne, I have been assigned to you and I am here to assist you throughout your stay in our hotel, please how may I be of help to you?" I said under one breath as I stood waiting for his answer. "Au..roRa?" he rolled my name as I smiled looking up to meet his gaze only for my jaw to drop. It was him again, the devil. Shocked and taken aback followed by a sense of fear I watched the smile on his face spread.

"I want marry Aurora. Again." What?!

Aurora gulped it down, her throat dry and scratchy from the shock of what she had just witnessed. Once she had finished the water, Aurora collapsed onto her bed, her face buried in her hands. "I...I saw something terrible," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I don't even know where to begin." Olua sat down beside her, her hand on Aurora's back. "You can tell me anything, Your Highness," she said. "I'm here to help you." Aurora took a deep breath and began to recount everything that had happened. She told Olua about the absence of the queen and princess and the chamber, and how she had decided to investigate for herself.

It was entirely blue, long, and had sparkling stones on the bust. Aurora smiled as she saw Adelaide excitedly going to the counter with the dress in her hands. Adelaide had always been busy and rarely had time for herself. She worked overtime at the restaurant every week to pay the bills or buy food and household necessities. She didn't spend money on makeup, and she didn't care much about her appearance, but now she had the opportunity to live a fairy tale. For one night, she would stop being the Cinderella and become a princess. "Aurora?" called a familiar voice, and the young woman quickly looked in the direction of the owner of that voice, which unfortunately was familiar.

All around the dance floor, apart from the far end where the stage stands, sits tables, and chairs that would be laden with a white tablecloth, beautiful cutlery, champagne glasses, vases holding the seasonal flowers for the dinners that occurred before the dancing commenced. The last part of the East wing is a small, run down suite where Aurora lived, she wasn’t of Royal blood or really a servant but the daughter of one of the King’s favourite advisors who was killed during a Rouge War. The King took pity on Aurora being only 8 at the time and placed her in the East wing of the castle, in her own little sanctuary where she was free to come and go as she pleased. Aurora liked her little room

I sat on my knee in front of Aurora, placed my right hand on my chest, and asked, “How should they be punished for their insolent behavior, Queen Aurora.” The moment I uttered those words a hush fell over the crowd. Jack stepped forward and asked in a shaking voice, “What did you just say?” “Aurora is the Queen of Typhoon! Tyson shared his blood with her.” Jack’s face turned paler than a ghost and he kneeled to the ground instantly. The others followed the lead and kneeled too. Aurora tugged at my arms and whispered. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Ignoring her question, I jumped to my feet. It was better to leave before anyone got suspicious and decided to pick on us. I drew clo