A Royal Princess With Black Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mayonne explained, her tone both firm and sympathetic. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the door to Prince Xavier’s room opened, revealing a striking sight. A young woman with curly brown hair emerged, wearing a white and black princess gown. A sheer black shoulder coat draped elegantly over her shoulders, and her poised, graceful stride exuded regal elegance. Rara’s eyes widened in awe, her admiration evident. “A goddess!” she thought to herself, captivated by the woman’s ethereal beauty.

Queen Esteria's presence commanded respect and admiration, her elegance and poise leaving an indelible impression on all who witnessed her approach. Queen Esteria von Ashbury strode down the aisle with an air of undeniable majesty. Her raven-black hair cascaded in lustrous waves, perfectly complementing her deep emerald gown. As she moved gracefully forward, her hazel eyes, warm yet commanding, took in the sea of faces turned toward her with admiration.

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

The cloak usually carried the coat of arms of the prince to depict his elevated status. The prince walked up to the tremendously grand balcony of his castle...the view from there was undeniably spectacular. The crowd...his servants bowed down instantly. Behind him was his First Lady...Raya Blackmark...the almost Queen of this kingdom. She was dressed in a maxi dress with a largely trained gown spreading beautifully on the concrete floor, her hair looses open, with a big crown on her head which she was carrying so very gracefully she was stopped a few steps behind him. "All hail to King Edward!" his voice was loud and clear like any ruler would speak and the rest of the crowd of thousands of

Her beauty was as of a goddess. Her red hair were left swaying in the wind, adorned with a tiara. Her body was fitted into a light blue gown, lips painted pink, scent tainted with roses. "Come on ladies, let's find my brother!" She commanded and put on a serious face. Gone was the bubbly female. Now, we were following behind the princess of the great kingdom of Zyrenia.

It gives her so much hope that it will be a good news this time. Immediately, she open her email and click the file from Vicente. There are Siren's picture on different angles. On the down part, there is a written unfamiliar address. Indicating that it's where her daughter was currently living. She can't help but to shed tears. God knows much she wanted to go to that place right now and take Siren back home. Looking at her photos, her princess seems to live as a different person now. She cutted her waist-length hair up to her shoulders and even dyed it into black.

She's definitely not an ordinary girl, right? “Illarion ...,” said the woman who stopped right beside the hiding Black Prince. Illuminated by the light of the full moon, the woman with silvery white hair seemed to glow, with her lips as red as the roses in the garden. Her big purple eyes glanced around, blinking several times, fluttering her long white eyelashes.

The Queen was beautiful with thick auburn hair flowing down to her knees and beautiful hazel eyes, she had thin pouty lips and stood tall and slim. Princess Aurelia too was beautiful and much like her mother, her striking, fiery, copper hair was styled in an intricate updo decorated with beautiful pale pink pins that caught the sunlight and sent mesmerizing twinkling reflections off of the courtyard walls. Her big blue eyes were lined by a thick row of long curly eyelashes, she looked the picture of purity but her blue eyes hid a sense of cunning.

Likely a high-ranking official. “Her Highness will see you now,” he said. Princess Estelle of the imperial line, renowned for her grace, strength, and beauty, was just as striking in person as the whispers in the capital had claimed. “Your Highness, this is Doctor Blackthorn,” the werewolf introduced. The princess extended her hand, and I took it with a polite nod. “Dr. Blackthorn, I believe you have reviewed Aria’s medical reports?” “I have,” I replied. “Would it be alright if I take her pulse myself?”