A Royal Princess With Black Hair Novels & Stories

She paused when she came face to face with a familiar young woman. The young woman had a hair as black as the night with skin as pale as the snow. Her hair cascaded from her back to her waist with braids that circled around the top of her head. Chloe shifted from crouching to bending her one knee on the ground. Painful as it was, she curled her wounded hand in a fist and put it against her hand. She then dropped her head low. "Princess," she greeted in reverance to the Princess of Demetrius.

It was soft and innocent. "Are you okay, princess?" The man questioned with worry laced in his expression. 'Princess?' Kira thought in wonder and looked around, beginning to get uncomfortable. They were all giving her worried look. Isn't she supposed to be dead? Where the hell is she? She looked at herself, at the fine silky smooth, long gown she was wearing, her eyes meeting her hair that was no longer auburn but black, it gave her a shock knowing she permanently dyed her hair.

she told him. “Can you undo it, please,” Neal begged her. “Fine, I will release them. You can go and check it yourself. I believe they will know what to say in the future. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave,” she said without even looking at him. If she turned around and sees his face, she was afraid she would end up doing something she would regret. She went to the salon where her clothes were. She washed her face, put on the new clothes the queen had given her. They looked very beautiful. The inner gown was white and the outer robe sky blue. When the maids came in, they helped her to put on the matching hair pins on her head.

There wasn’t a single exchange of words, there was not a change in expression of either of the duo and only the soft whisper of Isdis could be heard as she commanded. “Downwards” And without a single hesitation, Khary let go of the princess. From the height they were in, any fragile mortal could break a few bones when landed but Khary was everything but worried about the princess for he knew her strength. Gonnord looked upwards at the falling figure of the princess whose eyes was closed as her milky long lashes fell over them, her hair beautiful platinum hair with strips of black which was tied in two ponytails on both sides fluttered fiercely as the wind bated it around.

He ignored their murmurs of confusion and dissatisfaction, continuing, "But now that glory has arrived—it has appeared once again, because the goddess herself has revealed the last and possibly only royal she has chosen to us—" Royal? Royals are alive? Aren't they a thing of bedtime stories? Wait, don't tell me… Eyes glanced at me in speculation. "I am pleased to introduce to you—the only royal and our Queen, Ioana Blackmoon!" Once again, the crowd detonated like water dropped in hot oil. Exclamations: "She… she's a royal?" "Our Queen?" "The goddess is alive!" "I wonder how she's like." "What about our prince… would he still be the king?"

The front table is the only one that is in use; the maids hover around it while they wait for orders. There are various reasons why my heart falters. The royal family is seated right there, to start with. As in... SITTING THERE, on high-backed black chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet. They are rapidly absorbed by my eyes. They really are just as the legends have depicted them. Galen, the king, had golden eyes and hair that's jet black. With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance.

Unlike Richard, his family had a Niece who was stupid. Carolina had combed two Princess Little braids on her head, her jet-black hair hanging down to her waist. At such a young age, she could already see her stunning appearance. Two big, shiny, black eyes were embedded on her small, fair, and small face. Her facial features were as delicate as a doll's. Anyone who saw her would fall in love with her within a second. When Micheal saw it, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Bernard, your daughter is so beautiful, just like a little princess in a fairy tale."

She lies with her chest and cover her body with a sheet except for her back which is bare while the maid massages it "My princess, Prince Craig is here" another maid who just walk inside the room announces Sally pause with her hum and there was a silent for a while before she speaks up "Let him in" she orders "Yes my princess" the maid obeyed at once and bow her head before leaving and not less than a minute a tall, young handsome man walks in. He has a long black hair and the azul coloured eyes which makes him more handsome He dressed so classic with many costumes which shows that he is a prince with his long robe sweeping the floor. He smirks seeing the beautiful lady in front of him

"Your Highness," Jazzlyn frantically called out to her mistress who was in the royal library having a look at some books that interested her. Princess Xylia was dressed in a knee-length silver gown without any jewellery adorning her. Her hair was made into two side ponytails. "What is it, Jazzie?" the princess replied to her maid without so much a glance thrown at the latter's way. "It's the king," Jazzlyn responded. At that, Xylia put down the huge brown book that had caught her interest.

Knights in black immediately stepped toward the designated bushes, and then within five minutes, they returned with Princess Sonya. Rosette evaluating the king’s youngest daughter’s appearance. Pink pastel dresses with ribbons of silk she was wearing looked ridiculous. Especially when a large ribbon is stuck in Princess Sonya’s hair. Is it appropriate for a sixteen-year-old to dress like a child? Rosetta almost laugh. “My respects to her majesty Shannon.” The ponytail girl was afraid to give her respect. “What are you doing here?” Queen Shannon asked directly. “I–I just passed by,” replied Princess Sonya. She bowed so deeply that Rosetta thought that the princess would drop her forehead on t