Novel & Cerita Ash Princess Age Rating

I pale lovely elf woman all in white waved briefly to me and her silver eyes paused on Liam. "Highness, I am princess Alya. I'd like to send you and yours my sympathy for your loss. Darassan accomplished all of his tasks and then some. He'd grown so old that he recalled his past life tasks and did them as well. He is truly blessed and an honored soul. Liam, I do look forward to meeting you in the future," she said, her voice sounding like soft bells ringing. I glanced at my brother who looked shocked. He simply nodded his head as Alya used her hand to close the opening. "Close your mouth brother or a bug will fly in it," I mumbled softly and he snapped out of his trance.

"He has his own room, but it seems you need the company tonight.” Ash sniffled and peered at Lavinia over Hunter’s arm. “If that’s all right with you, ma’am,” Ash said respectfully. “How old are you?” Lavinia asked. “Eighteen, ma’am.” [Eighteen today,] Ash thought to herself. “You’re very polite. I trust my son will be very polite with you as well?” Hunter looked at his mother. “I won’t hurt her, Mama.” “Of course, you won’t.” Lavinia looked at Ash who was still peering at her over her son’s shoulder.

“She’s of age, just barely, a young adult actually. But it’s still a little scandalous.” Oti grinned wickedly. “And if you think we’re teasing, just wait until Ishaan hears.” Ashwin’s mind reeled. He hadn’t thought much about naga aging before, but hearing it so plainly made him reconsider everything. Ashwin exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. “This is going to take some getting used to.” Oti patted his arm comfortingly. “Don’t worry, Ayaan. You’ll catch up.” Kire smirked. “If your mate lets you live long enough to.”

She should be around the age of twenty-two also. "Aisha is my name. But everyone calls me Sha". Said a girl I think should be a teenager. She is the most beautiful of them all. She should be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She has dimple cheeks. She has tan skin. Black long hair that is tied at the back. She is also taller than I am. She is curvy and I love her pink lips. "Mine is Gabriella". Said the oldest of them all. A woman in her late twenties. Probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She is dark-skinned. I think she is of mixed blood of black and white. She is also beautiful and she has dark brown tight and curly hair.

“Then it’s a good thing that I am still better than all your bimbos. Trust me when I say that I would be giving your mate an earful about your sex-capedes.” “Trust me, she would like it more because it means that there is no position I won’t give her,” he winked. “Oh God, please I don’t want to hear about it now,” she covered her ears with her hands and he laughed. The door was pushed open and a young nightwalker entered. Asher knew she was still very young as she looked to be eighteen, at most, nineteen with the aura he could sense from her. She smiled shyly when her eyes met with his before she bowed softly, “Prince Asher, High Chief wants me to let you know that your rooms are ready.”

It's free; don't worry. But in the story, I reveal that Osiris is in his 70s. I did the math, and since Osiris was 28? I think when he became a dad for the first time, Asher was 20 and Aeryn was 18. Once Nivia is 18, Osiris should be... 84. Which in werewolf years isn't that old. I thought he was about 100 now, but I forgot they all had kids a lot younger than humans. So he's safe for now :D

XXXI – Cost of the Crown “Your highness, His Majesty wishes to see you.” At the present time, Princess Aria, now at age twenty, releases the thick but silky curtains that had been hanging from the large windows in her room and allows it to slip past her fingers like liquid as the reminiscing comes to a sudden halt. She turns slowly to face her handmaiden, her expression smooth but unreadable–like a carefully crafted mask. It might as well be her second skin.

Not even on a video call! "Oh! She just went to the restroom!" Halley replied. When he looked in the direction of the restroom, he saw a girl being surrounded by the male graduates' gaze. Who would not look? Princess Ariya might be just ten years old but her beauty could surpass a young lady's charm. Her height and body figure were almost like a curve of a teenager. When she walked, her candy corn hair was freely flowing with the wind. Her eyes were always smiling and her rose petal color thin lips were alluring.