Disney Princes Ages Novels & Stories

I clenched my teeth. "I'm only...seventeen," she admitted. I scowled. I examined her physique. She doesn't appear to be seventeen. She's tall and appears to be a mature woman. But... she’s only seventeen? The Princess would be seventeen as well... and will only be eighteen months old in a few months.

Villages like this should have been deeply asleep in the middle of the night and so there should be no one around outside. But, everyone has been waiting for the princess’s twenty-first birthday to arrive. And so all of the people in the kingdom were wide awake in the middle of the night, dancing and singing and laughing while beating their drums as they chatted animatedly to each other under the starry sky. Even if they are far from the castle and were not qualified to attend such a feast with the royal family, which only consisted of the king and the princess, and with the noble families, they still want to celebrate the birthday of their beloved princess.

Anna asked and Courtney grinned. "He is sixteen." "What?" Anna exclaimed. "Princess Courtney, you're twelve!" "So? That doesn't mean I can't crush on him. He doesn't know but I know he's totally into me." "He wouldn't dare! Princess Courtney, you're still a little girl. That prince shouldn't, I repeat, he shouldn't like you like that. Even if he does, he better keeps it in until you're about eighteen." "Eighteen?" "Yes, eighteen. I highly doubt he likes you like that anyway. You said he's the celebrant's older brother so I guess he just said hi to you since you're his sister's friend."

"Do not say that my prince" He rose a brow. "So you're now limiting my speech?". "Of course not my prince". Eloive sighed. He was already getting bored. "How old are you Samantha?". "Seventeen my prince". He smiled. "Oooh, so you like younger boys?". "I do not understand you, my prince". "I'm sixteen, you're seventeen and here you are trying to win my heart". "Age is just a number, my prince". "Of course it is. Of course it is".

They just face their own business, leaving her to hers, which Caralyn likes. The new king has moved in with his family. His mate died three years ago, and he never took a new mate. But he has three children: two daughters and a son. The first child, Prince Wilson, is a cold and quiet twenty-year-old. He is the same age as Caralyn, but Caralyn is still about a month older than him. The last children are twins, Princess Willow and Princess Wilma. The two girls are two years younger than Caralyn. This means they are the same age as Princess Dora, Caralyn’s stepsister.

Prince inquired if you had distinct issues for me or if they were the same item you two wanted to discuss. Princess, my sister, you are stunning. But I know Grandma wants to say something, so let's give her the opportunity, and then the two of you may go ahead. My Prince and the royal family are delighted to notify you that all of your ladies have given birth. All the children are five years old and doing well.

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.

I asked. I don't know why but it somehow makes me feel bad. "are you sure you're not just making things up?" I joked. "of course I don't. I don't like lying which is why I don't lie" she answered and even raised her pinky finger. "promise" she said. I just nodded. "why does the Prince cry though?" I asked. I'm more curious now. "this is our little secret okay?" she asked. I nodded. "promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked. I just giggled.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

the first princess whines in a high-pitched note. “Silence, Camille,” the second princess intervenes. “Lord Brother, please be more lenient to her as she is but a child.” The 18-year-old prince is as just and righteous as his brother says. He looks up to Julien. They have the same features. Too similar that sometimes, when Prince Louis imitates his brother’s hairstyle, they are mistaken to be the other prince. “Louis, please,” Prince Julien pats his shoulder, “Royals who do not know the true value of their subjects are not worthy of their title.”