Brown Princess Novels & Stories

You know that uneasy feeling you get when something big is about to happen? I was getting that feeling now. Alyana and I looked at each other when we were interrupted by another female voice that we weren’t familiar with. “Princess,” she called out, “Everything has been updated, and the principal is waiting for you.” “Princess?” Alyana asked. “Yes, Princess, Brianna Althea Davenport, Princess of Norrustra.” Alyana and I turned our heads so fast we thought our necks would break as we looked at Brie.

“Yeah, she thrives on that.” We strolled past the rose bushes, and my gaze fell on a small, bright purple flower tucked between the shrubs. Without thinking, I crouched down to get a closer look. Yuyu. The vibrant color reminded me of her—the brightness of her personality, the way she moved through life like nothing could break her. Carefree. Unapologetic. I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought away. I was here with Zara. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about—

She was to be in her chambers at all times, never to leave or play with her siblings. As the 7th princess she had her duties to her people, but she was not to perform any duties and stay indoors always. But from the age of twelve she decided to master her own magic and learn martial arts secretly in an underground room below her chamber that nobody knew. The only people she showed were her right hand maid and her personal knight who helped train her in martial arts and assisted her in mastering her powers. Althea jumped a falling tree and increased the speed at which she ran, she ran deeper and deeper into the woods, and turned her direction occasionally to make the people chasing after her

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

I pulled harder, but it refused to move. Instead, Sabrina’s body jerked weakly beneath me. I released her instantly. “Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. Then suddenly, the room grew still. The priestess’s eyes snapped open, glowing completely white as she stared ahead at nothing. “Does the purple rose still grow in Blackthorn pack?” she asked. Hope rose inside me so quickly it hurt. “Yes,” I answered immediately. “It blooms once every ten years.” “Bring it to me.”

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

she made to speak but I cut her off "You're wearing blue and you're a princess" I paused as her eyes widened and she shuffled closer to me. I chuckled at her curiosity. Guess it runs in the family. A whole family of curious cats "or you aren't a princess anymore?" "No" she blurted "I mean yes, I am a princess" "So it's settled" I said "blue is a princess color and don't let you're friends tell you otherwise. OK ?". She nodded furiously making her soft wild curls bounce on her head.

She is aware it is not much but she is positive that Jo will be thrilled to this additional feature of their willow tree. The vines holding the seat in place are filled with alternating blue and green flowers. This color combination corresponds to both their color preferences just like with their color-coded letters to each other. “Alright, we are done here.” The Princess finally concludes. Bran sprints across the street, so much eager to be the first for Marmee Rose's cooking. Caspian shakes his head in embarrassment for his fellow ranger’s shameless behavior. He follows after the Princess as they casually return to the house. He feels good about taking part in the Princess’ happiness. Even

“Third Prince, we have used up the available Itsaul available in the palace and the flowers are not in bloom at the moment.” “It’s impossible that the whole of Eliza doesn’t have its extract. Send all the men out to search. You all have an hour.” Without wasting any more words, I walked back to my courtyard and left him to find a solution. “My lord,” Brenda was at the entrance of my quarters alone. Her dress was beautiful, different from the style that she usually had on. A better replica of what Zira used to wear. “My new dresses just arrived,” she added her eyes shining with hope.