A Royal Princess With Black Hair の小説・ストーリー

The queen sat on the levitated throne: She had purplish black hair which was tied behind her head in a chignon; a tiara sat on the top of her head; she was clothed in royal regal: An ample long sleeve dress bearing the colours of state (Black, Gold and red) covered her bluish body well; she had also worn a stylish mini matching coat over that dress. Only the tips of her gold shoes stuck out from under the front of the skirt of the dress. “Oh my mighty and splendorous queen,” said a squeaky voice: it was a minion that looked like a blue midget with a blue mouse’s face and a tail. It had bowed at the foot of her brilliant throne. And it stood up straight again waiting.

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.

Amelia ignored her wolf as she sat down opposite to the prince and his sister, looking at them both. Rian Thorne... the princess was beautiful and she looked kinda fragile. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen. Her hair was the same color as Adrian's, her eyes a curious mix of gray and green. She was wearing a soft blue dress that hugged her figure. And her eyes were mature and calm, and her smile, a little reserved. Amelia smiled at Rian, hoping to ease her into the new place--she looked kind of tense-- and she smiled shyly back at Amelia.

It was not like the blue iris and the blonde locks of the crown prince who inherited the traits from the reigning queen. The second prince had a hair as black as the starless night and eyes that were colored after the black obsidian. He also had a fair complexion which created a big contrast with the color of his assets. It was no wonder that he was a top notch when it comes to ladies, and clearly, Catarina was one of them. Just as she turned around to leave, the second prince raised his head and called after her. "Young Miss Sydnee."

Not haHazelNot blue. Gold. I looked like something out of a fiction book. LiAs’d walked straight out of some ancient story people only whispered about. No wonder everyone kept staring at me. Still rattled, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around me. Cassie stood there, smiling like nothing was off. “You look wonderful,” she said warmly. “Here, wear this. The kings have requested your presence for lunch.” She held up a sleek black gown, clearly expecting me to just… go with it.

No blood. Her hair, which she remembered as tangled and sticky with sweat, lay neatly around her shoulders, long and silvery, spread like a waterfall across the pillows. Wait. Silvery? Luna’s hair was black. She grabbed a handful of it and stared, breath trembling. The strands sparkled faintly like moonlight caught in ice. “This isn’t mine,“ she whispered. “This isn’t me.” “I wouldn’t move too quickly, Princess Alessia.” The sudden voice made her gasp.

Well, lady twenty-six was on her way. Just then, another elder chimed in, "My lord, the next candidate is due to arrive any moment now. She's an alpha daughter, a virgin, of course, and comes from a reputable bloodline. We've taken every precaution to ensure her purity." Just then, the grand doors of the throne room swung open, revealing a figure that immediately commanded attention. Her hair cascaded down in luxurious waves, a deep, glossy black that contrasted with the silver strands artfully woven into her braids. The hair framed her face like a curtain, accentuating her high cheekbones and sharp, piercing amber eyes.

When the Council had called for the princess, Nanny had nearly run to come get her. The fat woman tied up the little girl's hair quickly. With the bow neatly in place, the dark strands of hair fell down her back like river rapids, wild and beautiful. Everything about the young princess was beautiful. From her dark mysterious eyes, creamy tan skin, and long flowing hair to her tall but lean frame, she looked like a painting had come to life. Nanny wondered, as many had before, if this was the reason Zephyra treated her with such disdain. Jealousy was a driving force behind many of the Empress's decisions. "You are ready," Nanny announced.

Yet, her eyes—deep, warm brown—gleamed every time she smiled. Fuck. I slammed my fist into the bag one last time. This is getting out of hand. Tomorrow, she’d be my assistant. I needed to kill whatever this was before it spiraled into something dangerous. --- 9:05 AM "You’re five minutes late, Yuyu." She stood before me in a black and white dress speckled with random colorful spots—because of course, it couldn’t just be a normal black dress. Her dark hair was styled low, framing her face. The warm hazel of her eyes contrasted with the black fabric, making them stand out even more.

BLADE RAGE INTRODUCTORY ARC 17. The Prince & The Elites III: Red & Blue She had wild hair with a crimson reaching all the way down to her waist, bright face, red lips white shirt and black trousers, and on her face a no - nonsense - look. "Bullshit!" She rolled her eyes, "If this mutton ass doesn't stop looking at me now I swear I'll kill him." Sebastian stood there in utter silence as if in a trance, even all the princesses he had met could not compare to her beauty. He wasn't even listening to what she had to say.