A Royal Princess With Black Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Why are you on that outfit? And that hair?" Aside from her sudden appearance itself, the two were so much surprised to see her wearing her 'village-girl' guise. Another thing, her natural brown hair is now colored black and her front hair is straightly cropped into a thick fringe. Her loosely flowing hair is also left untied but is neatly resting behind her back. "Because I'm the Princess, ugh. I can't just walk around here, greet you guys wearing silk, petticoats and high buns. And yes, I did use a potion to dye my hair, doesn't it look fine on me?" she childishly winked.

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.

And right now i was outside her house 4:55pm patiently waiting for her to come out As soon as it hit 5pm the front door opened and the most amazing girl, Princess and future queen of black phantom royal pack I got out of the car so i can view her clearly She was wearing simple purple high waist shorts with a pink crop top that had the word prettiest princess on it her blonde hair was on a perfect pony tail she wasn't wearing any make up like the other girls do which made her even more attractive i liked seen her natural beauty " That's my girl.." i said and she blushed " You look amazing.." i complimented and she blushed again "Thank you you too.." she said and i smiled "So shall we.." i sa

He just pretended she didn't exist, until she got up and left. The next one came later, but she wasn't a princess, but the daughter of a very rich duke. She was tall and she had black hair that had been tied into a bun, and adorned with golden pins. She wore a long purple dress that took her curves perfectly, while the gown flowed freely down from the knee. The up of the gown was open to reveal a slender neck and her boobs peeked out a little. The girl walked to the seat and made herself comfortable. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the infamous prince Raziel." She said without the usual smile the others had. Raziel noticed how she spoke with confidence. Even though the other princesses carr

She says, then turn to us. “Meet your Royals, ” she starts to introduce all eight of them to us one after the other. The Princess was the one who spoke initially. She is very pretty and not so friendly, she has long blonde hair and she reeked of elegance. Then she introduced the other nobles at the table and then finally, the second prince. Prince Louis. He seemed friendly to me, as a matter of fact he got to his feet almost immediately and walked towards us, me in particular.

The air was just fresh and populated with so much oxygen. I was about to ask one of the men where the nearest town was when my name came loud from behind me. My body stopped, turning around to see the queen literally running towards me. She looked stunning to say the least. Her hair was pure black, as if the black was bleeding from it. Her eyes were just as black, her skin pale white with her fingers black. She was a beauty. I did not know if to bow and I was not comfortable with it but I did it anyway.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

Her bare arms were beautifully decorated with a pair of black jade bracelets. The neck was wrapped by an ancient necklace of black tiny diamonds highlighting her skin complexion. Her golden extra curly locks were secured over to one side letting loose, while some of the wayward strands were kissing her cheeks occasionally, making her blow them away. She walked slowly and sophisticatedly, like a lady; an elegant one: a perfect, elegant, royal princess. Her heels made soft noise frictioning over the floor with every step. It was a pair of black pencil heels with only one diamond crafted in a little butterfly shape over the extreme right and left sides of both heels.

My hair was tied in a neat bun and some strands were purposely left behind as decoration beside both of my ears. While Sassy was wearing a long-back ash-gray sweetheart dress. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her neck was decorated with a diamond-studded choker. "Hailec was surely spending a lot of his fortune on you, dear." I said as I playfully flipped her hair. "Tell me about it." she said with a bored look that made me laughed even more. "Princess, the Queen is looking for you." A royal muranda interrupted. "Sure. I'm coming." I answered and quickly gave Sassy an apologetic smile.

I felt it was all my fault. “Aphrodite will pay,” I vowed, wiping my tears away. “I’ll hold you to that.” King Tirisil now matched his wife’s murderous glare, but at least I wasn’t the target any longer. Suddenly, the doors flew open and a woman with stark white, knee-length long hair, pale skin, and eyes like the moon hurried forward. She had a crown of the triple moon. The king handed her a letter.