Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Princesses

He had seen how she had cared about her knight guards when she had visited the kingdom during the Spring Festival. From the attire and the jewelry Zaina was wearing, it was evident that she belonged to an aristocratic family. However, she neither had the arrogance the ladies of her caliber had nor did she throw a tantrum whenever things did not go her way. Zaina was as gentle as ever and she even treated her knight guards and maid politely, unlike some who treated them like slaves.

I decided it would be mutually beneficial to have a well-behaved fiancée, and so I accepted. I still remember that day. Sera was in a scarlet dress, sitting across from me like a rose with thorns. And the day she moved into my house, she turned it upside down. She splattered every room with vibrant paint, turning my house into a wild canvas of colors. Then, while I wasn't looking, she smeared lipstick on my shirt collar, setting me up to look like a fool at the board meeting. While I slept, she painted my nails a bold, cherry red.

He was tall and handsome, she thought. "Princess?" Dohana voiced out, concern written all over her face. "I'm no princess. What gave you that idea?" Jake looked at her, giving her a subtle smile. She was gorgeous, with her braided and curly flowing hairstyle. Her midnight black hair was flowing down over her shoulders. "Well, if a certain kingdom needs a princess. I'd be glad to recommend you, cause you are one beautiful woman."

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.

Despite the grandeur that surrounded me, my thoughts were consumed by a single distraction—the beautiful young princess whom I had sworn to protect. Princess Annabelle, the epitome of elegance and grace, had an allure that was impossible to ignore. Her porcelain skin glowed like moonlight, contrasting with her flowing ebony tresses that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall. Her emerald-green eyes held a captivating sparkle, and her every movement exuded an enchanting charm. To the world, she was a symbol of wealth and privilege, but to me, she was a responsibility—an oath that I had taken with unwavering determination.

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

Papa called out, his voice echoing through the hall. I approached, my heart doing a nervous flutter. Caius turned, his kind eyes lighting up as he saw me. He was even more handsome in person, his presence exuding a quiet confidence. “Princess Isla,” he said, his voice a warm melody, bowing with graceful formality. “It is a pleasure to finally have this opportunity.” “Prince Caius,” I replied, managing a polite curtsy, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows.

Things would turn ugly, and the disaster would happen again like a cycle. "I am not lost," Aesthelia said, retorting. Aesthelia Rasc is an offspring of Telia, an empirial princess. Aesthelia was lost in her thoughts when the old woman said something again. "It wasn't the human princess," the old woman said, as she added, "The vampire's long-lost princess." "What do you mean? A vampire can't last long in the shield, "Aesthelia said in disbelief." She couldn't believe the old woman's voice.

The eyes that intimidated even the king of the kingdom, the eyes that will soon watch the whole kingdom of Hymir. Dressed in a finely tailored maroon ruffled dress, the petticoat under her skirt rustled as she gracefully strides towards the door. Her bodice hugged her small waist perfectly. Her long hair swaying at her every step, despite its long length one would still watch in fascination how her silky hair manages to sway at her graceful strides. The maids tending her watches her with great fascination, and envy of her unworldly beauty. With the princess' beautifully sculpted face, and eye-catching long raven hair. One will look at her with great interest as her striking beauty stood out

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe