Aesthetic Princess Novels & Stories

Sansa really wants to make a show out of this. The princess comes in, wearing an almost entirely black gown. Despite hating her, Astrid has to admit that her beauty is divine. Like Loras and Tamara, she has caramel skin and the most intense eyes. They fall on Astrid with a flame of cruel satisfaction burning behind them. She looks like an angel of death. The jury comes after her. They all looked so relaxed like they didn't just condemn someone to death. But she guesses that after so much time in the harem, you can become quite desensitized o the idea of murder.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

This gives the dress wing when she walk or move. She also set up her make up along with definition of beauty in the middle ages which are long neck, dark eyebrows, white teeth, small waist and pale skin. She’s already pretty but she set her brows a bit darker than her blonde hair to match the concept, thinking it will make her look good. Then, her hair braids was inspired by Queen Elsa, as she thought it will be perfect for her thick blonde hair, partnered with a white flower as her hair ornamental. Before coming into the party, Madell swear she’s be the most beautiful woman in the event. As the daughter of Finn and Sherly, she vowed to be the only princess in the mansion and no one can take

I sat there silently, memorised every corner , looked threw the windows and saw very very huge number of troops all bowing to him while being deployed, in coordinate moves they go , suddenly he raised his head up where my window was and stared at me , how did he know I was standing already there , I panicked , and took few steps back until his sharp eyes left my sight , the maid entered with very beautiful dress that I have never saw alike for it , like a crystal blue ice , chimmering like diamonds in the morning sunlight , with very wide and open neck , and falling off shoulder design , I loved it right away , but for who . Maid Jewel "our king has ordered you to get dressed and to get prep

Sophia sat in her room, staring blankly at the mountains of luxury goods. From the day she arrived at the Sterling estate, a nonstop stream of items had been brought to her. Haute couture gowns, limited-edition jewelry, designer bags... they had nearly filled the entire space. "Miss Sophia, this is the pink diamond brooch the young master just won at auction." "These are the latest seasonal gowns, flown in from Milan. The young master said you like red, so he ordered the entire collection."

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

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."

Her big wavy curls fluttered gently in the wind, looking extremely seductive. She had a well-proportioned figure, flawless fair skin, and a voluptuous figure. She looked incredibly hot! The princess style, elegant socialite style, or the graceful style of a noble lady were worthless and seemed to be completely overshadowed before her pure allure. Some of the ladies rolled their eyes in anger whereas others looked on in disdain. They were all dissatisfied but could only acknowledge it. After all, everyone had eyes to see for themselves. A beauty was a beauty, what more one with extraordinary temperament, and she captivated everyone’s heart.

Too much make-up and those jewels which were already in danger of strangling her! She found the customs of this country quite funny... However, her dress was perfect. Much more perfect than she could have imagined. Even the stylist, who had seemed disgusted when she had chosen it, had congratulated her on her "good flair". She looked like a princess. A real princess, if you took into account the fact that she wasn't one. She smiled and instantly thought of Mirabella... Mirabella was having a magical romance with her teacher, but she was going to end up breaking his heart if feelings ever got involved.