Novel & Cerita Cavier Falcon Princess

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

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.

She fluttered toward him like a white butterfly desperate to land. He stepped aside. Her arms closed on empty air. She faltered, then forced a sweet smile. “Adrian, forgive me. I only just discovered your true identity. I—” her voice softened, almost coy—“I’ve always cared for you. The things I said before, it was the family, the alliance… I was forced. But now… look at us. We’re meant to be. You and I, the perfect match.” Adrian’s laugh was sharp, cruel. “You? Perfect?” His eyes glittered like knives. “You’re a fraud. Every word from your mouth is filth.”

He explained in detail and saw the girl who was sitting right next to him looking at him with interest. "Oh my name…." The girl stood up quickly at his sight, her delicate figure in a white silk dress showing off. "My name is Ivan. These people know me as Princess Eva.” She straightened the skirt of the frock with one hand, placed the other hand on her stomach and bent one leg slightly while bowing. The style was like pure princesses. "Yes, this is Princess Eva. Because when she was born, more flowers and greenery were spread in this kingdom than before. We can all talk because of Princess Eva. This is her power, she give life to withered plants and flowers. She can heal the wounded.”

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.

Got a tray that contained ribs and handed it over to me! I slowly collected it with a lot of reservations in my mind. I want to hurt Ruth because she is beginning to inconvenience me! Who the hell does she think she is? I took the tray off her hands and proceeded to the ceremony. “Princess Edwina!” I heard the voice calm and everyone suddenly went quiet. It was hard to ignore this time but I was still bent on ignoring her. “Yea! That is her, she is Princess Edwina, the former princess of Avalor! Look at her everyone!” Rebeca called all the attention to me. Oh, it was disgraceful but what can I do?

With that, their group starts their lunch. Aldar, Melandra and Princess Ava left since yesterday to resume their duties in training the rangers. Princess Ava decided to leave with the two already to avoid betraying her brother. She was tempted to reveal to Popsie Reed her knowledge about the Water Prince but she has promised to her King Brother that she just came along to get to know Popsie Reed, though unaware of any connection to them. The younger fairies are having a nice time right now since they are just like teenagers who are having an ordinary vacation with friends.

Craig led me to the table in the far back, away from most of the crowd. I surveyed the room. "What's going on today?" Craig unpacked the bags, taking out black and red plastic plates with clear overs. "Yeah, Princess Aqua and Guardian Shelliot are conducting interviews for an executive assistant for the King of Kings." What? The Princess Aqua. I half wished the King wasn't mad at me. All my life, Princess Aqua had been my hero. She was the most powerful mermaid third to the sea witch queen and her pet merger during her time. Merfolks thought she would be the first mermaid to acquire the title of the Queen of Kings. She had a mate and everything. Then one day, she vanished.