Novel & Cerita Black And White Princess

Halting the march, he raised his right hand and the trumpets sounded along with the audience praise signaling the champion’s arrival. He prepared to dislodge when he noticed a movement coming from the Yvedran Princess’s seat; it flashed a dark gray shade out of the corner of his eye. His lips twitched, knowing she is present. She was still wearing the same unornamented dress she had on this morning. The only princess who can flaunt the color of silver ash gray and look beautiful in it, her pallid complexion blending well. As the other princesses were of argent skin, they prefer to use a much bolder hue of different shades.

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“I’ll rip every bit of this gown off you and fuck you blind.” My lips twitched in contempt. “Come on, Princess...Give in to what you want.” “I am Queen.” I announced. He snorted. “You’re not. You’re no human queen. You’re wolf. Through and through from in here.” He pushed hard against me. Driving himself into me. “To here.” He stroked the bared flesh between my breasts. Following the swell of one mound across his roughened palm. Then down the hollow between and up over the other. As if memorizing the curved shape of them.

The air was just fresh and populated with so much oxygen. I was about to ask one of the men where the nearest town was when my name came loud from behind me. My body stopped, turning around to see the queen literally running towards me. She looked stunning to say the least. Her hair was pure black, as if the black was bleeding from it. Her eyes were just as black, her skin pale white with her fingers black. She was a beauty. I did not know if to bow and I was not comfortable with it but I did it anyway.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

Being the princess of a wealthy kingdom she had seen many Princes and kings but something as beautiful as their face could literally lite a girl's heart on fire. The white-haired smiled at her. He had a lean body, but the muscles were quite not so ignorant. He had a perfect jawline and dark blue eyes, which were deeper than the endless sea itself. He was wearing his black shirt up to his third button as the other two were open, which helped his masculine cleavage to peak as he moved.

I squirmed to lie on my back on the bare tiles,my eyes didn't seize to just do badly. “Oh my…. chosen mate!!. You look so……you don't look good!!”. Princess Elena barged in with her servants from the night blaze pack..she wore a black skirt that was hanging on her tie,a singlet and flat slippers to match. Her hair was packed in a ponytail,with so many beads on it which clearly relates to the message of her being the princess from the night blaze pack.. “Don't touch me!!”. I warned,when I saw how she advanced towards me with hurried steps.

Being a princess was absolutely something funny. 'Why would anyone waste an hour getting dressed?' She thought and chuckled again. "Drama baby!" Fifty eight minutes later , Elva sashayed out of her bedroom. She went over to Natalia's room and met the princess standing before her large dressing mirror. Natalia was packing her hair up in a long ponytail. The princess had beautiful, brown hair with a few blonde stripes. Natalia was wearing an ash coloured, full sleeved shirt which she folded at the elbows. A high-waisted, black flay skirt which stopped mid thigh and ash colored knee length boots completed the looks.