Claude Who Made Me A Princess Novels & Stories

Desperate, I closed my eyes, only to hear a soft chuckle near my ear. "What are you sorry for?" he asked. How would I know? Rolling my eyes inwardly, I didn't dare utter my true thoughts due to my guilt. So, I just shook my head honestly and said I didn't know. "Claire," Prince Louis' voice was surprisingly calm, "I had thought of letting you rest for the night. But now, I've changed my mind." I opened my eyes, looking at him with confusion. "Changed your mind about what?" "I shouldn't have indulged you too much," Prince Louis extended his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered involuntarily at his touch. "You still have time to watch other men... Am I not enough for

Papa called out, his voice echoing through the hall. I approached, my heart doing a nervous flutter. Caius turned, his kind eyes lighting up as he saw me. He was even more handsome in person, his presence exuding a quiet confidence. “Princess Isla,” he said, his voice a warm melody, bowing with graceful formality. “It is a pleasure to finally have this opportunity.” “Prince Caius,” I replied, managing a polite curtsy, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows.

She gently touched my cheek, looked at me lovingly, and smiled. "Kiersten, I'm here. You can cry if you want to." That day, Tyshawn stood by crying his eyes out. I was in her arms, cried all night, and drifted off to a deep sleep. When I woke up the next day, I donated two-thirds of my fortune to charity in the name of the Underwood Orphanage. The remaining one-third was given to Joyce to set up a welfare fund for orphans. Settling all matters here, I bid farewell to Tyshawn and Joyce.

“I know you came here as a maid because you wanted me.” He said it so calmly that my eyes flew open in shock. Before I could react, he turned to me and gently pulled me closer. “Scarlet… meet Keira again—Princess of Lavender.” “Laven…der?” I repeated slowly, brows knitting as I tried to make sense of it. A princess? A whole princess disguised as a maid… for Joel? Is he that special? ‘Yes. He’s that special,’ Keira snapped into my thoughts, making my heart leap out of my chest.

pleaded Claudia Luvin. “Do you still expect for the second chance whilst you’ve caused our king to be like this?” Mr. Serpent Win Mara somewhat squinted his eyes. “Mr. Serpent Win Mara... We promise you we’ll act out more cautiously this time... We won’t get trapped inside the water created by the prince as well as his princess anymore... We’ll really defeat those demons from Ocean Blue Land and present their lives to you, to our king and to this land of ours...” said Claudia Luvin steadily with her humongous determination.

Vanessa thought that was fair enough ransom. That evening, Ian loaded her old room, still in the servant quarters with multicolored figurines, his nails filled with clay which meant his bath had been hasty. His t-shirt was inside out. There stood Calvin, Vanessa had never gotten a glimpse of his physical form before. Only known him in her mind, and yet the she knew, out of all the clay dolls, which one was him. The mud was in black paint, his hair in neat locks. Raven-like. And it all began again. What if she could've saved him? What if all her kind, including Ian, could be protected from the terrible fate all at once? They won't have to re-invent themselves, walk a tight rope every morning.

I answered truthfully and looked down. "you're a Princess now, I've turned you into one" she said. "I told the King that you're a Princess from a very far land" she answered. I am shocked.

He was just too greedy. After telling the prince the amount he was willing to sell me for, the prince offered to double it. I was stunned beyond words. "Why are you doing this?" I asked when I finally found my voice. He turned to look at me. "Because you won't be meeting any of them again. I want you all to my self as my wife." As much as those words sounded like music to my ears, I still felt scared. ****** "I hate him, Leia" I cried as she detangled my hair. This was the first time anybody paid attention to my hair. My mother ordered her to prepare me for the prince because apparently, I was going with him to Santol as soon as possible.

I'm running through a beautiful meadow, giggling with my lady, Princess Claudia. A true vision in her elegant cream dress embroidered with flowers, against her light skin. Her hair is blonde, almost like woven gold. I hold a coveted position in court. Being a lady-in-waiting to the Princess Royal, is the highest position bellow the queen's ladies. I will, no doubt be married off to a noble suitor soon. Claudia is promised to a distant kingdom and my father would not allow me, his only daughter to go off with her to an exotic new land.

It was all her fault, all her fault for kissing the princess. Kaia's death would not be forgotten, she would get revenge on Icran and soon. She dismissed the servants and moved to sit on the balcony, with a notebook and quill. She dipped her quill in ink and began scribbling on the page. Wasting the day, she wrote down every idea, every important name and place that could factor into her plan. Once the sun climbed into the middle of the afternoon, she gazed into the garden to find Aynyra strolling through the well-manicured bushes. She wore a thick gown with a large winter coat and delicate gloves to protect her from the new freezing winds. The snow would soon fall, merely weeks away.