Novel & Cerita A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance

Suddenly, I felt anxious under their skeptical gaze. “Yes sir. Infact the palace is extremely beautiful along with every paintings and artifacts present here. Thank you for having me here, His Majesty.” I smiled and he looked pleased. “Let me introduce you.” He announced and turned his back on me. I stepped beside him keeping a foot distance. “Queen Lara, Duke Charles, this is Princess of Albertville, Elma.” He announced and I fidgeted with my gown slightly; giving them my curtsy. The Queen smiled softly and gave an acknowledging nod. As for the Duke of Camlittle, as introduced, had pensive face.

Lily says to her. I move to stand beside Lucero as Lorelai cackles her hideous laugh. “You think I would surrender to you? I would rather die, bitch. You are nothing, a child. I am everything.” “I have given you a chance, Lorelai. Do not waste it because of your jealousy and hatred.” “You are right about one thing, Princess.” She says, sneering as she calls Lily Princess. “One of us will die today, but it won’t be me. Say goodbye to your precious Aolis.” She says a moment before she sends a blast of lightning toward Lily.

The Lady's pale, messy-looking face stares at the Prince's troubled expression. "I-, Genesis Arc fooled the entire Raphbarg Kingdom. I am not an omega werewolf because this Lady's werewolf is a beta. I shouldn't have let the Prince get closer to me, a Liar! Unfaithful! Uncourageous! And Unfair Lady like me!" Her proclamation shakes the entire room as Prince Alphonso's tears start to fall. Abruptly--- 'Boom!' A sound of a bomb starts to rumble the place. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

With the bright sun and thousands of people being so packed together, within minutes, complaints about the heat arise everywhere, the clothes soaked with sweat. At this moment, the royalties enter the junction from the blocked road, guards paving the way for them. Males in shiny boots and long coats styled with expensive crystals, and females in extravagant dresses, their tails sweeping the pebbled ground, looking more appropriate for a ball than for a public execution. “Who is she?” asks Fia in a slight frown, referring to a demoness of average height and petite physics, who is heading to the back row to settle down. “I think she is the youngest princess. Why?” answers Sage.

“Marco Vitale, you really are despicable!” I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist midair, his grip firm, unyielding. “My principessa,” he whispered, softening his voice like velvet wrapping a blade, “just hear me out.” I narrowed my eyes, breath ragged. “…Fine. Talk.”

My crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flared with a dangerous, ancient intensity that forced every surviving noble to gasp for air under the sudden, immense weight of my majesty. Beta Vance marched through the ruined double doors, his face blackened by soot, his heavy broadsword sheathed at his hip as he led a contingent of six Bloodmoon executioners dragging the prince’s primary chemical engineer by his velvet collar. They threw the man down at the base of the dais, his rich robes tearing against the shattered marble.

But the price of knowledge was always steep, and the risks were immeasurable. One such individual, a minor scribe named Alaric, had found himself ensnared in Isolde’s web. His crime was simple: possessing a worn, leather-bound journal that contained fragmented accounts of Elara’s reign, writings that had been deemed seditious and ordered purged. Alaric, a scholar at heart who harbored a quiet admiration for the fallen queen, had not intended to propagate rebellion. He had simply sought to preserve the memory of a time when the kingdom had known true leadership. Isolde’s agents, however, had discovered his secret during a routine sweep of royal archives, their crimson falcon insignia a stark

"I was wrong! Tell Carlo—I know I was wrong!" "Not yet," the other replied. "The Don said when you've felt everything she did, THEN he'll look at you." The blade slid across her arm. Gina shook, too weak to fight, too tired to scream. They finished. Left her there. The once-proud principessa lay in the dirt, broken and shaking. Tears slipped down her face. Now—finally—she regretted everything. 'If I hadn't let jealousy twist me up... if I hadn't gone after Vera again and again... would this be different?'

Not here. I reached instinctively for Caleb’s sleeve. His eyes showed his worry as he asked instantly. “Gina?” But the world tilted, and voices echoed strangely; the music slowed to my ears. Then…I saw her. Princess Lena, standing beneath a crimson moon, had blood-covered her elegant hands. She wasn’t wounded. The blood belonged to someone else, and behind her, the palace was on fire as wolves fought each other. Jealousy twisted her beautiful face into something almost unrecognizable. Her amber eyes glowed with desperate grief. Then… She screamed Caleb’s name in anger. The sound tore through my soul as silver flames erupted around her and bodies fell.

"Do you really not love me? You said you love me, right? That we won't be separated? That you won't leave me, right?" The young lady took a long time to answer. She felt sorry for the Crown Prince, but she couldn't show her concern for him. "Love? Do you believe I love you?" She asked, her voice incredulous. "You just fell into my trap." She drew out a knife from its hiding place and raised her hand where the bracelet was. "Vengeance is in my Blood. Death is in my Hand." She spoke and proceeded to cut the bracelet given to her by the Crown Prince, despite how much it pained her.