As The Lady Wishes Novels & Stories

Ruby inquires while looking away from the Prince's face. "Yes... Because I have to..." Alphonso answer in a broken speech. "I wish for the best, Your Highness." She says. Abruptly, Lady Ruby leans out of the carriage window while Alphonso stares at her with wide eyes. She giggles joyfully while tracing the pathway. Then, the wind blows her hair to wave. "Your Highness, I think I found my way to become a hopeful person in my life." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

Now Zen crosses his arms over the table, leaning forward slight “Only a verbal ‘thank you’, My Lady?” My mind goes blank “What else could there be?” “Grant me a wish.” The intensity of his gaze pins me in place My cheeks warm, and I laugh shakily, averting my eyes. I know Zen probably doesn’t mean anything like a kiss on the cheek, like in a storybook, but my heart speeds up regardless. “Who am I to grant anyone a wish?” I say jokingly “My Lady, of course.” Zen says, unfazed “Wouldn’t you grant your humble attendant a wish to show your gratitude?”

he observed, his voice low. "Simply observing," she replied, her tone light. "You've never been content to merely observe," he teased, leaning in closer. "Tell me, what troubles you?" Before she could answer, Lady Elizabeth Fanshawe's voice cut through the crowd. "My dear Duchess, you look positively radiant tonight." Victoria forced a smile as Elizabeth approached, her crimson gown clinging to her like a second skin. "Thank you, Lady Elizabeth. You're quite striking yourself." Elizabeth's smile didn't reach her eyes. "How kind of you to say. Tell me, is it true that Lord Alexander is considering a trip to Paris? I hear the city is particularly romantic this time of year."

"Assuming you win, what would you want, vampire-mage?" Lady Lucia took her time scanning the crowd of women before her before her eyes, once more landed on the imposing woman in front of her, and her lips curled into a smile. "My freedom."

Almost. “Oh, mon ami, fortune will turn in our favor. I know it. Everyone around you is as prepared as possible. I may not agree with all the ideas, but I also understand they are necessary.” She sits next to me and rubs her fingers over the candle in a gentle snapping motion, lighting the flame. “Joyeux anniversaire, Iokaste Latmus Mason. Make a wish. The smoke will rise to the Goddess Artemis and she will keep it alive for you among the stars.”

He feigned sternness, but his eyes betrayed the warmth that seemed to belong only to the lady. The lady's face crumbled as her lips tightened. She lowered her head and gave no response. Alpha Raviel smiled and tousled her hair. "I'm leaving. Train more tomorrow, and I will grant you a wish." The lady raised her head, and a bit of light returned to her eyes. "Hm," she nodded. Alpha Raviel returned the nod and turned around to leave. The lady's gaze lingered on him even as he opened the door, and when he was about to close it behind him, the lady stood up from the bed.

What kind of shity wish is that. "You are still there right?" She snickers. "Or do you want to go back on your words?" "Just shut the trash butthole. I will do it." Its not like it's really going to come true. If only wishes where horses. I drop my phone on the table next to me. closing my eyes then take deeo a breath. I wish that my Mr right will be the first guy I set my eyes on tomorrow. Staying still for some seconds like a magic wand will pop out from thin air and my prince will appear right in front of me, I pry my eyes open, picking my phone up.

“Yer so beautiful Mum. Ye could make men bow to yer wishes if ye used yer wiles.” Serenade reflexively caught the girl’s wrist in an iron grip. “Am I not already irresistible?” Libby nervously shuffled. “Not to these men, Me Lady.” She shook her head. “Ye’re breathtaking ’nuff miss. But to these jaded jacks ye’re just ’nother lovey maiden among the many.” Libby adjusted the metal plate of vines holding her hair in place. The headcover for LandingTown servants. Libby swallowed hard and ducked behind Serenade to evade the other woman’s reflective stare. “Ye could start by picking a name, less odd...” Libby said. “If ye wanna blend…”

Doing things this way, not only did she stay clean and out of dodge but succeeded in granting the empress's wishes, hitting two birds with one stone! "Tch, I'm so ready to be done with that damn woman!" cursed Lady Poison, the chilly night wind rustling her cloak. Resting on a tree branch was a white owl, its gold unblinking eyes monitoring the woman's movements. It flew off into the night when the woman pulled her cloak back over her face and began walking again.

Didn't he say— Oh goddess, I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I looked everywhere, but at Amber, "Is there a reason you are here?" "The Lady wants to see you. I was asked to bring you over." I raised an eyebrow, "The lady?" "The King's betrothed." "Oh..." "Be careful with your words too, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in some shallow grave and not even the King would help you because he wouldn't even be aware."