Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"You have to keep seeing to him persuade the council that you are on their side," he ordered her seriously.

"When do I get the opportunity to meet them, I guess it is high time I pay a visit to the council as the princess," she told him seriously.

"I will ask them. They have to pick a day suitable for that. You should also be patient about meeting them. It will get harder to meet them now that you have done against their will."

She smiled softly and sighed helplessly. "I am the princess and I don't need their approval to rule. They are not the only people who benefits directly from the Royal family.

"Do you know the support I will get from the Southerners with the relationship I have with Mr. Hale and the Hart family?

"Without the support from the Royal council and with the support of the many rich and powerful families in both the south and the north, nothing can obstruct my path to my reign as Queen.

"Don't you think so, father?"

The king sighed on the other end.

Her smile brightened. "I know the members of the council are all among the richest zero point one percent of the population but that does not mean I don't have dozens more I could persuade and channel down to the richest one percent before I get to the hearts of the poorest of them.

"My mother might have been tagged a traitor but I am not her daughter alone but the grand daughter of the greatest king of all times and the daughter of the great king on the throne.

"I have your support and the support of my grandfather watching me from above, what do I fear?"

"You should really not become an egotist, it is not a good image for a Queen," her father advised her firmly from the other end that she could almost see that he was frowning with his eyes narrowed and his lips now pressed together as he waited for her response.

She shook her head. "I am definitely not egotistical. I was only trying to encourage myself since I know fully well that the road will be hard."

"I am glad you know that."

"But father, do you really support me? Do I really have your support?" she asked softly with uncertainty resonating in her voice.

She heard him clear his throat on the other end and exhaled softly. "You should believe that I have given you my full support and I will help you get the throne as long as I am alive," he promised her.

The sincerity she heard in his voice had her smiling again as she looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you father," she appreciated.

"You should sleep. It is late," he advised and hung up before she could reply him.

She sighed before lying down on her bed with her eyes fixed on the painting on the ceiling that showcased the very unique almost out of this world's ability and talent of the painter.

It narrated a simply story in a beautiful, elegant and magnificent manner. She had to become Queen but so many obstacles on the way.

Her phone beeped when she lost herself to the thoughts of what her position was at the moment.

She picked her phone to see a notification. Tapping on it, she opened the message Liam sent to her and it was simply wishing her a good night.

The simple message worked like magic on her. She fell asleep with a small smile slightly lifting the corners of her lips without caring to carry out her nighttime rituals.

She might have slept half of the day but the mental stress she went through after realizing how big the mess she created was, took her away to a relaxing Dreamland.

***

She woke up to bigger headache as she read the articles written on what happened in less than twenty-four hours.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and placed the phone down to take a sip from her cup of tea.

"Your highness, you should really not sleep without your night routine. It will affect your skin," her assistant gave her mini-scolding trying her best to sound as serious as she could as well as respectful.

She glanced at her assistant with a blank expression and picked her phone up again. "I want to do an interview with the right reporter," she told her assistant seriously.

"If it is about the articles, I was informed by the king's secretary that you should leave it be as they will help with the trimming to prevent rude and inappropriate contents. Apart from that, he wants me to leave them be."

"I know, I spoke to the king yesterday but I also want to clarify something," she replied seriously.

From the articles she has read this morning, she knew they were not trimming anything as the issue had overgrown.

How dare they call her  a third wheel in the relationship between Mr. Hale and the beautiful northern heiress?

She was foaming right now. She was definitely not a third wheel. She was not just watching on the side but she was Mrs. Hale, right in the center of it all.

"Your highness, we should listen to the palace's order," her assistant warned her subtly.

"Are you trying to give me orders now?" she asked calmly as she reached towards the table to place her phone down and take another sip from her hot cup of tea.

"Your highness, I will never do that. I am sorry to have made you feel that way," her assistant immediately apologized with a deep bow.

She smiled and placed her cup on the saucer calmly. "I will love to do the interview latest by tomorrow," she told her assistant before standing up.

"I will do that right away, your highness," her assistant replied although not sure of what she was doing.

"It will not be difficult to find one after all a lot of people want to talk to me and ask questions.. You can easily find the suitable one."