Romans & histoires A Royal Princess With Black Hair

“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?”

And now, there was another news that could either bring glory or tragedy to the city. I glanced at Miss Morelli… or should I begin calling her princess Alena now? Or maybe the ex-Hunter Queen? Damn it. I’m not sure how to address her anymore. No one could guess that she was princess Alena because of the color of her hair. Prince Alexis inherited his black hair from his mother while princess Alena’s hair was silver just like her father. Miss Morelli, on the other hand, had black hair at the moment. When they were babies, their blood scent screamed their royal status. They had the most fragrant blood scent out of all Vampires, especially the princess who was born stronger and more powerful tha

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

"My King, when will we have a piece of her? I'm aching all over to personally whip her till she has no more blood to give out. The rest of the royal council are also requesting a date for her special torment." There was an underlying meaning in his words. It wasn’t just about the pain they would cause her. It was about the pleasure they could wring dry from her after all, she was said to be the most beautiful princess with black hair that shamed even the darkest raven and skin that brightly contrasted her hair so much. Of course, everyone wanted a piece of her. Only, it was never going to happen. No one knew the real reason why she was the price for the sins of her people and no one needed t