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The Maid’s Daughter

“I want to make you mine. Just mine. Forever and only.” ——— Two centuries ago, Princess Madison of Zenovia died to protect her kingdom. Her selfless deed had gotten her reincarnated as the royal’s maid’s daughter hundreds of years afterwards, not being pursued by only one, but two princes of Zenovia. Will she finally get her way and sit on the throne that was her very own birthright? The competition is getting fierce. Looks like someone will chase Emma if the other two princes of Zenovia won’t take initiative. But who will she end up with at the very end? ——— “Miss Grey, what can you tell us about your father?” Julius asked. Emma furrowed her brows. “Excuse me?” She asked. She had never known much about her father, and when she was called to the throne room, she hadn’t expected to be asked such...personal questions. She thought Julius was joking, but his serious look didn’t say the same. “My mother never told me about him. Other than the fact that he had the last name, Kennedy. That’s all I’ve ever known of him,” Emma answered, unsure of how her father was related to any of this. The King and Queen gasped. She really was the daughter of the late Duke. The King explained to the confused Emma what was going on. “Ms Grey, this ‘Kennedy’ you are speaking about, is the late Duke Kennedy. From what my advisor, Julius, is telling us, you are the biological daughter of the late Duke Kennedy of Zenovia,” he explained. Wait, what? ——— NOVEL STATUS: UNDERGOING EDITING This novel is purely fictional, and since this book's first chapter takes place around the 1800s, I must clarify that the others take place during the 21st century. The cover of this novel is not mine. And a reminder. Hate comments, self-promotion and baseless accusations of any kind will be deleted. Thanks, guys. Author out. P.S. No, I am not changing any part of the book, I am simply editing what I've written in the past and fixing grammatical errors, etc etc.

marichat_nettenoir · Fantasy
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Temporary Infestations

Having put the conversation into a tight spot, Eleanor cleared her throat.

"I didn't mean to get all sentimental," she said, removing any emotion from her voice.

Emma answered sincerely, "It's completely fine, your highness."

"You're a part of the family now, there's no need for the honorifics any longer," Eleanor said.

Emma gaped. This was not what she had wanted. Yes, she had wanted to be accepted, but for herself, not the child she was carrying. 

She wondered how'd Eleanor treat her months later, but she kept it at the back of her mind, putting up a fake smile. 

"Call me Eleanor," Eleanor said with a genuine smile, something that creeped both Emma and James out. 

"Right. Eleanor," Emma replied. 

James then stepped in, "Mother, if you'll excuse us, we have somewhere to go." 

"But there's so much-"

"We have plans," James said coldly.