Breakfast Princess Voice Novels & Stories

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.

l grabbed my phone and checked the time it was 9 so we had one hour to get ready before breakfast One hour later We went downstairs to see everyone there so l took my seat and put Alessa on the one next to me so people won't be suspicious luckily some had put a chair just for her age as the maids came and served the food .Everyone started eating when Romero asked"What's wrong princess don't you like the food"which made everyone look at them as she said "Am not hungwy".Dad looked at her and said "princess can just eat little yesterday you barely ate any dinner and if you eat you can have ice cream after" said dad.

And It's funny how they tried so hard even though some of them can't even pronounce words properly Holding my laughter, I spoke "Hewwo. Ay awm Pwincess wawaine. Nice to mweet yu all" (Hello. I'm princess Lalaine. Nice to meet you all). "Since the princess already introduced herself, who wants to follow?" The teacher asked cheerfully And a really cute girl raised her hands. She have a short pink hair and a fair skin. "Ay awm blythe Swilvesta. Dwaughter owf Mwarquess Swilvesta. Fwow ywears owld"

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

Next, a plate was set in front of me along with a small silicone spoon, a baby's dish, I frowned and pushed the food away, I'm not eating that. "Good morning princess," Lydia says to me, again with the princess title. "Yum look like momma made you breakfast little one," Zelda says, they even agreed on tittles? "Not hungry, let me out" I say having enough of the game. "You really should eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day" Hilda says cooing at me. "NO! I said NO, I'm not a freaking baby, this went long enough! Let me out now" I yelled at the top of my lungs having enough of this game.

“Calm down, dear. You can still eat.” Prince Ron flopped back against the pillows with a huff, pouting. “I know I’ll still eat, Mother,” he mumbled grumpily. “But there are just some kinds of food that only taste right at breakfast. Now I can’t eat them anymore. “Says who?” she replied with a smile, crossing over to his side. “You’re the Queen of this Kingdom now, you know? Just say the word, and whatever your heart desires will be brought to you.

The girl said, this time with more determination, “Then go fucking open the door. That person has been knocking for ages.” “Julia?” It was a princess. I rubbed my swollen eyes and pushed myself up. “Please, come in,” I said softly. The door creaked open, and Princess stepped in, balancing a tray in her hands. The aroma of food enveloped the room—fresh bread, eggs, and a warm dish I hadn’t tasted in what seemed like ages. How did she do that? She told me that everyone must go to the dining hall, or was there another plan?

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

Beatrice spoke as she walked into my room and opened the curtains. I nodded my head and went to speak when I remembered I wasn’t allowed to. Goddess, I hate this life so much. “You need to get dressed. You’ll be joining the King for breakfast.” She said. What? Breakfast? “Here, they’ve brought your gown. He has a few rules, as we are hosting a breakfast with two other royal families. You are to sit at his feet. You are a slave, and slaves belong at the feet of their Master. You will not speak a word unless King Viktor speaks to you. And you may not look at anyone besides the King. Do this, and you may eat breakfast afterward.” She said. I can’t look at anyone. What an odd rule. Either way, t

She was floating above Eric. “How can this be?” asked Eric. “Eric, did you break the spell?” asked Theo. “Yes. Yes, I did.” “Wait! Hold up. Hold up!” said Tabitha. “Come on, break!” grunted Eric. “Why won’t it budge?” asked Kevin. “Back up, back up!” ushered Tabitha. “What is it?” asked Eric. “Who’s this?” asked Kevin. “I’m the Fairy Princess’s fairy,” said Tabitha.