A Royal Princess With Black Hair 소설 & 이야기

Raymond stood rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he forgot why he had come. Princess Kiara stood before him dressed entirely in black training attire. Her raven hair was tied into a high ponytail, allowing the afternoon breeze to sway the loose strands framing her face. The fitted black top revealed a physique sculpted through countless years of relentless training rather than vanity. Well-defined abs, lean muscles tracing her arms, and powerful shoulders contrasted beautifully with her delicate, angelic features.

the queen said. Axel frowned. “She is Iris, the princess of the third most powerful kingdom, Azuria,” she added, smirking. “I am delighted to meet you, my lady.” Nathan gently bowed to the young woman. Leon followed after him. Axel just stared at her. She had long black hair up to the buttocks that framed a small round face and dark brown eyes shaped like almonds. Her dress traced perfectly her slim body. She was beautiful from head to toe, worthy of a real princess. She had everything a king needed; beauty, fortune, a kingdom and connections all over the world. She looked perfect and he hated her for this reason.

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

The prince caught the slightest glimpse of Elissiana and pointedly kept his eyes off of her for a little longer. She looks good. Focus. Check out everything else first. His eyes kept moving, finding the king and queen. He nodded respectfully and approached the table. And then his eyes finally settled on the princess. She was stunning, like nothing he'd ever seen before. Everything was extraordinary, from the silver gown and pale white skin to the jewels in her hair. And her hair itself! He'd seen nothing like it, golden and wavy rather than the straight and black common to his home. Well, damn. I feel a bit underdressed.

They were wearing the royal colors of deep blue, bright white, and shimmery gold. The prince wore a deep navy suit that had a white sash that had gold trimming. On the sash was a gold star showing he was part of the royal army. He had curly hair on the top of his head that faded down on the sides of his head. The princess had a white dress that faded into deep blue at the bottom and had gold specks all over the dress. She had an afro that was slightly pinned back. “Your highnesses, as happy as I am that you got my message. I thought you were coming later.”

she shouted. "Long live the King!" the gathered crowd repeated. The Princess was wearing a long, beautiful black dress with a high collar and a deep neckline. I would say that it was a luxurious mourning dress if it wasn't so damn sexy. Certainly, my pearl white dress with simple lace ornaments couldn't match her elegance. Elora's gaze was on Sariel alone. It was typical for her to ignore me, but this time it was more irritating than ever. She looked like she was seducing Sariel right in front of my eyes.

He owed these people nothing! He was well dressed for the occassion in his royal regalia as the customs demanded for the Alpha Prince, but he had chosen to not style his hair, he wasn't looking to impress anyone even though he knew that many would still find him to be very attractive. Half of his silver hair was held in a ponytail while the lower half cascaded over his shoulders. He kept his eyes fixed on a particular girl who had caught his attention with her loud makeup, her skin was much too white and her cheeks was much too red, one could not tell if she was blushing naturally because the excessive makeup made it seem like she was always blushing.

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

Caroline bit her lips when she heard that. “In fact, I can give you the full detail, a woman with raven black hair, amazing height, slender frame, beautiful green emerald eyes, full-size breasts, whose name meaning is Princess, but she is definitely not like typical Princess." Caroline laughed at his description, clearing understanding of where he was indirectly signaling. “I can’t believe that you’re trying to hit on me even after knowing that I recently went through a heartache.” She said, laughing.

She shouldn't be having any sort of thoughts about him. Shaking her head, she looked up. Dressed in all black pyjamas, the Prince managed to look breathtaking. Tall, broad, and lean. His hair was messy, few dark curls escaping and falling over his forehead. The lines of his face were sharp and angled, lips plush and jaw defined. Suddenly, Celina felt very aware of her nightdress and how her hair must be a mess and skin sickly from lack of sleep. "Celina?" The Prince called out cautiously, narrowing his eyes.