Novel & Cerita Breakfast Princess Voice

Princess Cecilia: I'm so sorry for intruding Anita: You should be! Paul: Its fine, what do you want? Princess Cecilia: Well the chefs are about to make breakfast so I wanted to ask you what you'll be having? Paul: Is there still bread? Princess Cecilia: No but I could order Paul: Okay, that's what I want for breakfast. Princess Cecilia: Alright Anita: Excuse us!!! (Cecilia leaves the room) (Meanwhile) Princess Cecilia: Dad, I want to order bread for breakfast, that's what Paul and I wanna eat

A knock interrupts me from my train of thought and I pull my robe against my chest and mutter; “Entra,” come in. The door is pulled open and a maid strolls into the room with a garment rock holding a beautiful gold gown and matching gloves. “Buenos días, Princesa. El Príncipe Adrián dijo que debía venir a prepararte para tu brunch de aniversario.” Good morning Princess, Prince Adrian said we should come to get you ready for your Anniversary brunch, the maid strolls into the walk in closet with two other maids on her tail that bow their heads at me in greeting.

In no time at all, Christos is serving me a delicious-looking breakfast, and with a gracious thank you, I begin digging in and immediately I’m in heaven. It’s crispy, sweet, fruity, and absolutely delicious. I could get used to this. I’m halfway through my food when I hear the kitchen door open, but I don’t pay it much attention, I can tell Sebastian is still in the shower. “Good morning, Your Majesty,” the room greets warmly, causing me to freeze as my knife cuts into another piece of toast. Please be the Queen. Please be the Queen. I chant to myself.

Hence why they aren’t referred to as club whores anymore. “I love you too, Princess. What do you want for breakfast?” I ask her as she yawns. I chuckle as she blinks those big honey coloured eyes at me and my heart melts more. I still can’t believe we created this beautiful little girl. She will be three next week and we have a big party planned for her. “Eggy toast.” She says and I smile as I place her in her high chair as I get to work, making her breakfast. I also make coffee.

I am back. A knock startled her. “Princess Elara?” A maid’s voice, timid but familiar. “The Queen requests your presence in the solar before breakfast.” Her chest tightened. Mother. She cleared her throat, forcing her voice to steady. “Tell her I’ll be there shortly.” The girl curtsied and withdrew.

Emily exclaimed, playfully swatting Sienna with the towel, making her jump back with a yelp. "Ow, Mom! That really hurt!" Sienna bit back a sharper retort, her lips compressing into a thin line. "Can't I just have breakfast first? I didn't eat dinner last night..." "For Pete's sake! You can't just roll out of bed and expect the world to cater to you." Sienna's lips, a deep pink, formed a sulky pout. "Mom, you always say I'm your princess. So, shouldn't I get breakfast in bed like a real princess?"

“You’re just saying that.” He cocked an eyebrow and lifted his mug. “Have I ever lied to you, princess?” “No, but you could start now.” He shook his head. “I’m not. Now, enjoy your muffin.” I munched happily, smiling across the table from him and dutifully ate every bite of the rest of the breakfast he ordered from me. His eyes flickered with amusement. “And what are you hoping to get out of this princess?” He asked. “More kisses.”

The King signalled for breakfast to begin after the resident priest had blessed the food and all the noise began again. Everyone chattered excitedly, well everyone but her, but who would make small talk when they have to assassinate the Prince of one the most powerful kingdoms. She was snapped out of her reverie when Alyn nudged her with an elbow. "Why aren't you eating?" She asked. "I'm sorry, Alyn. I'm just not accustomed to the noise of such festivities. Its all so overwhelming." She told the princess. "Get used to it. This is your life now. You have to get some food in you remember Mother Superior said that you had not completely recovered."

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“Princess you know you have so much effect on me, so don’t get me started cause it would go on for a long time, and you won’t be able to handle it” “Dare me!” She tells me and I can see what she’s trying to do, but I decline. “I won’t do that, not now, princess” I smile. “Food” “Alright Anastasia Michael! Let me place a call for your food” I tell her and grab the wireless telephone that is sitting idly on my table. “Please, can I get breakfast now?” I ask through the phone and then a “thank you” afterward. “Your breakfast is coming my girl” he says and then places the telephone back into his holder.