Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King - Chapter 191

As Steve closed his eyes to sleep, his mind went to how he was ruthlessly abandoned in the orphanage home by his parents along with a little girl.

He turned and looked at the little girl who he was left with who had grown to be a budding beautiful woman. Anna opened her eyes and met his black eyes which was very much identical to hers.

“You need to rest,” she told him with concern.

“Hmm,” he hummed and closed his eyes with a sigh.

***

Rose remained calm despite the familiar storm of very strong emotions brewing on her mind as she stared at her stepmother dressed as a queen with so much elegance and pride when she was clearly in a position that wasn’t hers.

She was in a position she most likely stole from her mother. She looked at her suspiciously. A lot of people benefited from her mother’s death but from among them all, the Queen benefited the most.

She was definitely a suspect.

The troublesome but important banquet and other legal and ceremonial rituals for her return was over and what she needed most at this point was rest not the fake smile of a woman who clearly loathed her for taking the position of her son which was once hers.

“You . . .,” the Queen began with a soft singsong voice and a smile Rose wanted to wipe off.

“I am tired and I need to rest,” Rose immediately interrupted her with a calm unreadable expression. She showed neither like nor dislike.

“Oh . . . Take her to her room,” The Queen ordered her secretary.

“No, I want to go to my mother’s room. I heard that it was left unused,” Rose immediately told her with a blank expression.

“Oh . . .the king . . .” the queen began nervously. She hated the feeling of tension she felt under Rose’s gaze.

“Let her go to the room. You can take her to her room afterwards,” the king immediately ordered from behind.

The secretary of the queen took the king’s order and led the Princess Rosaline to her mother’s room.

As Rose walked down the hallway, she found herself traveling back to the past. The whole place was the same nothing changed except her mother’s absence.

The patterns on the walls remained the same, the marble on the floor haven’t changed either and the vaulted ceiling of the grand hallway was still high above and brightened by the luxurious lighting system.

When they finally arrived at the door of her mother’s room, the secretary opened the door with a key she held in a gold chain. She remembered seeing her father pass the key to the Queen’s secretary before they left.

“Can I have the key?” She asked the secretary at the door when she pushed the door open for her.

The secretary, a woman in a her late fifties with a tall build dressed in a navy blue suit pants and blazer glanced at Rose’s out stretched hand with her eyes eyes holding enough disdain to show that she wished Rose was not back in the palace.

“I want the keys. I will give it to my father, the king when I am done here,” Rose ordered her calmly but with an obvious hint of supremacy in her tone.

The woman who she clearly recognize glared at Rose’s palm not boldly but with her head bowed as she reluctantly placed the key on her palm.

“You can leave. I want sometime alone here,” Rose told her as she walked into the chamber closing the door behind her without waiting for the secretary to respond.

As Rose stepped into the room that was once where she stayed over night occasionally as a child so she could share the room on the bed with her mother and father on either side.

It was happy then. There was joy and love shared among the Royal family of three. The room was still the same.

She could almost see her mother sitting on the dressing in the dressing room with her comb running through her long brown hair without the help of her assistant.

Her mother likes to do things on her own at times without the help of anyone. It was something she found confusing because there were a lot of people who dedicated their lives to serving the Royal family.

Her mother was very with state duties that she had little or no time for herself but whenever she has timez she liked to sit her daughter down and style her hair.

It was always a simple hairstyle, mostly a ponytail or a bun. She subconsciously touched her hair as she fixed her gaze on the dressing table.

The room was still the same. It’s been more than a decade but the luxurious beauty of the room did not diminish at all. The gold, cream and white still shone neatly not aging at all. It was just like her mother just walked out of the room.

“Mum, I am back,” she said smiling sadly as she walked from the living area to the room. She wondered why her father kept the room neat despite the fact that it was locked.

There were a lot of rooms in the palace but there was still a high possibility of this room getting used. This palace was built rapidly after her mother got married to her father.

The palace in Star city was just as large as this but slightly modernized and the palace in A city for the Northern kingdom was smaller. Her paternal grandfather and her maternal grandfather both sponsored the building of this present palace as a wedding gift to her parents.

Her grandfather, the king then of the southern kingdom was notably wealthier than the king of the northern kingdom since the southern kingdom have always been wealthier than the northern kingdom, her grandfather spent more on the construction of the palace and he was the reason the palace was completed when she was given birth to.

She was only two years old when her grandfather died and her mother was crowned Queen with her father supporting her mother’s reign as the king.

From what Liam told her, the southern kingdom experienced a rapid downward fall in their economy shortly before and after her mother died leading to everyone letting her father rule solely as king.

They dropped the southern reign and let the northern kingdom take over fully but she was back as her father’s daughter as well as her mother’s daughter to take her place as the heir.

She sat on the soft feather bed she once shared with her parents and rubbed her palm on the smooth patterned surface of the beddings and sighed.

“I am here. I will clear your name and take the throne back and return the glory of the southern kingdom,” she whispered softly as she slowly laid on the bed with her head resting on the pillow.

She was not sure when she fell asleep but soon she drifted off.

***

The vibration of her phone made her slowly and sluggishly open her eyes. She moaned softly as she reached for her purse where her phone was and pulled it out.

The caller’s ID immediately told her it was Liam. She wanted to pick the call immediately. The fact was that right from the moment she drove in through the gates of the palace, she felt so alone.

All she saw was either the mocking disdainful gazes of the nobles and members of the Royal council. She did not recognise all the faces that wore fake smiles. She was away from all her friends and the sister she loved and cared for hated her guts now.

The call she was getting from Liam was a wonderful calming pill. She could not explain the feeling she felt from seeing his name on the screen of her phone.

It was a sign that someone was there for her. She found herself staring at the screen for so long until the call got missed. She sighed but she did not call him back.

She waited patiently because she knew very well that he was going to call her back. She laid her head once again on the pillow and stared at the ceiling of the room. It was painted by the most famous painter in the kingdom.

It showed a story if her mother as goddess from her childhood until she became a Queen. It was beautiful. She always wanted one and her father promised her that he will before turns sixteen and that she had to do a lot of great things in life in order to have a great story drawn for her.

Her phone rang once again. She picked it up and picked it call after a few seconds in order not to sound desperately in need of companionship.

“Hello,” she heard his deep musical voice speak to her from the other end.. She closed her eyes enjoying the after effects of that divine sound.