Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"The princess is in Star city," a beautiful woman in her late thirties said before sipping from a cup of tea in an elegant manner.

"We are not sure that she is the princess. She looks more like Valerie. I met them yesterday and I don't think she is the princess," Mrs. Smith replied shaking her head slightly.

"What makes you think she is Valerie's daughter? After losing her very pretty daughter, I don't Valerie will have any reason to keep the girl hidden until now," the elegant woman refuted slowly and thoughtfully.

"Different DNA tests have been carried out by different people to satisfy their curiousity but it all showed that she was Valerie's daughter and that is something I don't believe," the woman continued.

"Your majesty, you told me a few months ago that you have concluded that she is not the princess. Then, you said you will sleep well knowing the princess was dead," Mrs. Smith reminded the Queen.

"I did because I was forced by the council to accept that as the truth. I don't care if it is the truth or not but I don't think it will hurt to get rid of her," the Queen said as though she was talking about a non living thing.

"You can't let your emotions make decisions for you. She is Valerie's family. I don't think you should hurt her. Her father is related to the king," Mrs. Smith tried to persuade the queen. She spent few hours staring at three pictures and those were the pictures of Rose, the late queen and Valerie.

The more she stared for all those hours, the more she felt Rose was Valerie daughter. She might not have inherited Valerie's hair color but that hair color was from their grand mother there was a high possibility that Rose inherited the hair color from her great grand mother.

"I don't feel at ease with that girl going around freely. Someone with her face and appearance excelling and living a good life, that shouldn't be right. I don't want to see her on TV again," the Queen complained.

"I will bring her closer to palace. She will become my student very soon. All I have to do is have her work with me and you will be able to confirm her identity," Mrs. Smith tried to give her enough reasons not end the life of the girl who seems to have a talent she have not seem in a while.

"I can't wait. It will be worse for her to stay close to me. Do you know how her face will remind me every day of my failure?" the Queen asked slowly getting agitated and losing her cool.

"You left Valerie alive. I don't think she will make any difference," Mrs. Smith reminded her.

"Valerie is very important. The council wants her to remain alive," the Queen told her looking away angrily. She wished she could make her decisions without worrying about following the plans and intentions of some council.

"If they find out you killed Rose, it will make them all displeased," Mrs. Smith reminded her.

"They should be. I am the queen not a puppet. I can't do all they want me to do. Get the dress ready by next week. You can leave now," the Queen ordered feeling unhappy with Mrs. Smith's decision to support the council concerning Rose's life.

"The council runs everything, it will be best you avoid offending them. You messed up more than a decade ago, it is best you don't do that again or you might lose your crown," Mrs Smith advices the strong headed Queen before walking out of the room.

The Queen lost all her comportment when Mrs. Smith left the room. She frowned, she found herself in a situation that she did not want to trust anyone else again.

"The council is definitely leaving me out on all their plans and that is not right," she voiced her observations with her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I can not become useless or they will find someone else. I will not let them have their way. I am the Queen and I have every right to act like a Queen."

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'Have you eaten lunch?'

A simple question was asked in this message but it meant a lot to both the sender and receiver although the receiver refused to accept the fact that the message warmed her heart.

The sender could not easily guess if his Rose had eaten lunch or not and he did not want her starve. He was concerned about the receiver. He scrolled down looking at the previous messages sent in these past couple of days.

They were all questions he asked and statements he made but none of them received a reply. It was all him – sending and sending messages now and then.

He wanted her to reply him but he found himself getting really satisfied with the sign that appeared indicating that Rose had seen his message. The sign appeared less than half a minute after he sent the message.

It was as though she was waiting for every message he sent to her although she did not reply him. He quickly typed tapping on the screen of his smartphone, 'If you haven't, eat early enough for your health.' He sent the message quickly to see that sign appear once again.

A soft knock on the door of his study made him lift his head from the phone. The door slowly opened after a few seconds and Charlie walked in with his head bowed.

"Miss Rose went to the Royal University," he reported his boss grimly.

Liam lifted his head slowly and looked at his subordinate. He looked so calm despite how Charlie prayed that his boss will show he was angry and maybe scold him because the calmness was just too intimidating and suffocating.

He knew just too well what his boss was capable of doing. He loved his boss and was loyal to him to him with his life and his boss showed that he cared for him and his friends.

His boss have never hurt any of them personally but they have seen the methods he used to punish anyone who tries to hurt him. Hurting Rose was equal to hurting him. He made a mistake and it was only right for him to fear for his life in his boss' presence.

"For how long did she leave?" Liam asked his face expressionless despite the storm raging furiously on his mind. He should consider himself someone who doesn't miss out on any information but how did the person he cares for the most leave to a territory he was yet to get full control over?

"She left a couple of hours ago. From their schedule I got, they were not supposed to go there today," Charlie tried to explain what caused his incompetency.

"Send men to go to her," Liam ordered placing his phone on the table with a sigh of relief when he saw that she read his message.

"Those assigned to her, are still with her. I will send more," Charlie accepted the order of his boss and walked out of the room immediately. He repeated Gray's mistake, too bad.