Novel & Cerita Diary Of A Princess

Seraphina POV I lay back on the lounge chair, letting the sea breeze wash over me as I watched the waves roll onto the shore and slip back again. No lectures from my parents. No scheming from Karen. No hard, unyielding face of Macro. The long-lost sense of freedom finally let me relax completely. This was the life I was meant to have. Yet for some reason, my mind betrayed me, and he crept back into my thoughts. I pressed a hand to my chest.

was supposed to be. I scanned the shelves, opened drawers (one had like, six different jeweled hairbrushes—who was brushing their hair with a ruby comb?), then spotted it: A diary. Bound in soft green leather, resting like a secret on the ornate vanity. “Oh-ho-ho…” I grinned, channeling my inner chaotic gremlin. “Come to mama.” I flipped it open, skipping the boring front part with frilly handwriting and cute love doodles (someone had a very obvious crush on someone named “Duke Alaric,” but we’ll get back to that tea later), and scanned for clues.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

The only thing that escaped my lips was a desperate plea: “Kiss me.” It was the last thing I said before slipping into a nightmare, and everything went blank. ************** I woke up in a strange room, my mind hazy and disoriented. “Where am I?” I murmured, blinking as I took in my surroundings. The space was beautiful, almost surreal. It was large and airy, like something out of a luxury hotel or a wealthy estate. The walls were painted a soft cream, decorated with abstract art in shades of gold and deep blue. At the center of the room stood the king-sized bed I was sitting on.

Dani walks up beside us “Yeah, looks strange you not having red or black on” We all burst out laughing as Kalsea comes out of the toilet looking slightly green. That's one thing I don’t miss is the sickness. “She was not aloud to pick her own dress this time” I just rolled my eyes at her as I looked back at the mirror. I am wearing a princess lace full skirted ball gown in baby pink. The bodice hugs my small waist with a sweetheart neckline, with some gems on it.

I wonder what was that and why me ! such bad nightmare . Once sun threw her strings declaring her time worthy to be in the show, i quickly left my room and went to my mom's , just to threw myself on her fragile body to get her hug that's so healing to my soul ,she made me forget about it with only touching my hair and we carried on our daily adventure in our life , where I have to read a book a day , cook a meal with the maids, clean afterwards for sure , take my lessons in healing and equestrian , you might wonder how can a princess be raised like this specially under her mother's provision who is quietly the rightful queen and initially a former princess.

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.

“I’ve never been treated this way before. Haris always treated me like a princess. Only he could be that sweet to me. He would always wait for me and pick me up after school. Every day with him felt like a dream. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again after our graduation camp. Honestly, I’m scared of losing him.” The handwriting was so pretty—just like any teenage girl’s diary. Cassandra flipped through the next pages… and her eyes widened in shock when she stumbled on something that completely took her by surprise.

In two weeks, we settled on the number that satisfied both of us and started to prepare for the royal wedding. So many expenses yet again, and I still had roads to repair, places to rebuild... The bride was...enchanting? Not really. Gorgeous? Not to my taste. Honestly, Dariola resembled the aforementioned fish, only dressed in laces and diamonds, thanks to her slanted chin, small eyes, and prominent lower lip. As for her personality, the ghosts reported to me on that as well. The princess was praying a lot, but judging by the fact that her prayers didn’t seem to have any effect on the ghosts, those prayers weren’t especially sincere.

She ordered after explaining her plight. I went to the wardrobe and brought out the diary. "You will get the apology you deserve from Grayson. Only if you really want it." I stated before handing the diary over to her. "Do you know who Grayson is? He's a prince. A very stubborn and proud one at that." She exclaimed with no belief in my words. "I know you don't believe me but if you stay a little longer and offer me a little help, then you will witness it," I reassured but she only chuckled sarcastically at my words.