Aztec Princesses Novels & Stories

ZAHIR As I stood there in the hut, my eyes widened in surprise at Serafina's unexpected actions. The witch, too, seemed amused by Serafina's sudden pleading. The witch's question echoed in the air, "Are you not that princess?" Serafina shook her head and responded in a way that shocked us all. "In this Kingdom, I am not a princess," she said with unwavering determination. "I am just another commoner like the rest of my people who are in slavery."

' He tells me with a smirk. And that was how my suffering began. I became a maid in a palace where I used to be a princess. A soft yet painful chuckle escaped my lips as I approached the pack brothers. I had been living in the pack now for two years as a maid, with no food nor shelter.

He exclaimed as if it was the most remarkable moment of his life. His Dad almost choked. "You mean, you've met Sylvia Blanco-Mendez in flesh?" He wants to make sure. "Yes. She was in the meeting yesterday but only sat there for nearly an hour. She even talked to me about our company." "I'm so proud of you." Raheem Younas looks like a very proud father. "Even I never wished to have a chance meeting that woman in person. She was the First Madam of Mr. Mendez household. Not only because she's a Mendez-spouse that made her well-known, but I've heard that she's an heiress too. Her family was second of the most wealthiest family back in Spain. Meeting her face to face is like a dream."

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

The cruelty is indescribable. Lizzie used to work as a personal maid for one of the castle's royal concubines. That concubine was originally self-assured, partly because the monarch was continually loving and pampering her, and partly because she was the daughter of the deity of Music, the second god created after Paimanilli. Until she gave birth to a princess who was above all intelligent and vigilant. That little princess had a keen understanding of things from an early age, frequently demonstrating that she was only on her mother's side. From the moment the concubine was freshly married to the God of Mist until the mother and daughter were poisoned to death and disintegrated into sand dus

Another pointed at me and said something about demons. The herald raised his scroll. “By decree of the council, the princess shall stand trial at sunrise.” “Sunrise?” I repeated. “What am I supposed to do until then? Reflect?” The nobles whispered again. “She is arrogant.” “She is mocking the council.” “She is finished.” I ignored them. “There is no evidence,” I said. “None. Not one unbiased witness.” “She attacked the queen,” someone shouted. “She poisoned the king,” someone else cried. “She was seen fleeing the upper hall.”

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

Ashina – “How many men are holding her captive?” I asked. “Two men, one on either side of her, and one threw the child over his shoulders.” “Did their eyes glaze over in a mind link yet?” “No, they haven’t princess. I am wondering if they would be mind linking Malcolm. Technically, Malcolm is not a part of the royal pack, is he?” “Okay, how many innocents are around you?” “Princess, this is a remote area. I don’t see anyone in our vicinity. Would you like us to take them out?” “Yes, take them out immediately. Then take the girl and her daughter to the headquarters and sneak them out through the tunnels. Knock out the three guards and take them to our home-made cells for prisoners in the tunn

She had also learned more about Princess Aurelia, who has also insisted she address her as Aurelia or Sister, Aurelia was still unmarried as she was yet to ‘find a man than is strong and secure enough to handle a woman like her’ as she put it herself. It was understood that Prince’s marry for the strength of the family but, Princesses were free to marry whom they fall in love with or not at all if they do not wish to. She came to understand that Aurelia, like her brother the Prince, Achilles was also a very strong warrior, often accompanying her brother into battle at the front lines and had earned the nickname ‘Azreal’ after the angel of death whilst her brother, Achilles was named ‘Hades’,