A Story Of A Princess Novels & Stories

Lucian ignored him. “Alright,” Lucian began, settling into the firelight, “this is the story… of Princess Aria, Princess Arianna, and Princess Arian—three brave adventurers who lived in a magical kingdom.” The girls gasped. Cass whispered to me, “Did you hear that? I’m a prince. Obviously.” Adrian: “He didn’t mention you.” Cass: “I’m IMPLICITLY royal.” My father chuckled under his breath. Lucian continued, voice warm and soothing.

Then he started. He was a good storyteller, I hadn't expected that. He didn't do voices or dramatics, it wasn't that kind of story, it wasn't that kind of man, but he told it quietly and precisely, the way he did everything, and somehow that made it more. There was a princess who lived in a palace that had everything except a garden.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

I remember taking her face in my small hand as I asked, "What is wrong?" "Nothing, my sweet Aurora. Something I hope you never understand. Now I believe I owe you a story." I eagerly would get under the covers and snuggle up close as she would braid my hair. Then she would open a small blue book titled, Fairytales for Fairy Princesses. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy princess," "I already like this story." "I know you do," she winked and kissed the top of my head. "Most of her life, the princess was protected by high towers, walls, and secret magic.”

“So, what kind of story do you like?” She thought for a moment, deciding to play along with whatever scene he was trying to create. He was clearly half drunk, and maybe, in this rare looseness of his, she could learn something. “Hmm… when I was little, I loved stories about true love between a prince and a princess. You know, stuff like that.” Vinson let her hair slip away from his fingers. “What a shame. My story doesn’t have anything you just mentioned. There’s no prince but there is someone who’d fit the role of a princess. And instead of love, there’s deception, slander, revenge. Still interested?”

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

There were murmurs through the audience at this. She explained that the lost Princess was raised on Planet S610 in safety. Until ten days ago when the planet was attacked. The lost Princess identity had been discovered and a team was sent to kill her. Again, gasps erupted from the crowd. However one of the Kings Guards, Captain Jay and his team got to the planet just in time to warn the planet and help them fight the intruders. The Princess had been saved. . . “Ziion this is your history but this isn’t where Ziion’s story ends as you have all been told. It continues on . . .”

She eyes my book and then puts her head down. "Cali, do you want me to read you a story?" She nods. I grabbed her hand, led her back to the room, and tucked her into bed. "What story would you like?" She smiles and giggles. "The one about the princess and wolf," I sigh. "Sweetie, I've told this story to you a hundred times. Aren't you sick of it?" "No," She shakes her head. "Okay," "Once upon in a cursed Kingdom lived a princess named Caliana.