Disney Princess Ages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

14 days Re-group Jay was woken by an urgent update. He opened his comm trying to blink awake. The King had passed and they had 14 days to wrap up this investigation and have a princess on the throne. Right it was action time, all bets were off with Rota’s safety in the palace, he wanted her out of there.

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’m a lawyer.” “And your age?” I chuckled, squeezing her waist, and answered, “I’m forty-four, Princess.” And I knew she was at least twenty-one since the owner of the club didn’t allow anyone younger than the drinking age to work there. “Oh,” she whispered, a red flush creeping up her pale skin to her cheeks. So adorable. “I-I’m twenty-four.” I leaned to grab the closed water bottle from the table, her hot breath fanning against my neck, making it harder to control myself. She smelled like a cupcake with vanilla frosting. Innocent and playful.

Since childhood, the queen personally teach us about our traditions and the right way to do them. At the age of five, Mother has been giving us a hard time. At that time, I still live in the palace. So, I need to follow the rules there. It was really strict and really harsh for me. I could say that I'm still lucky when my parents get me out of the palace to hide my identity. Since then, I've been living freely but not that free. But now that we are already turning 26, we need to go back to the palace and do our part. That's the only limit that my grandmother agreed with. We princesses can do anything we want outside the palace but when we are turning 26, we should go back to the palace and h

And she was enjoying every second of it. Despite it all, I could not stop my own smile from forming. Although Charlotte was indeed the crown princess of our kingdom and oftentimes carried wisdom beyond her years, it was moments like this when I remembered that she was only nineteen years old. She was still a child in so many ways. Her glee was so endearing… and so sad, at the same time. As a princess, I could imagine she must not get a lot of moments to just enjoy herself. It even reminded me of the old days… when getting to leave Moonstone would happen only once in a blue moon.

She looked about sixteen, and maybe she was our princess. "Stella, how old was the princess?" I whispered. "If the 'myths' are true, since she was under hiding ever since she was a baby, I guess she is sixteen. Why are you asking? You found us our way?" she replied. "For the past half-hour, that girl has been stealing glances at us. She might be our princess," I said, signaling her to look at the girl as she stylishly stole glances over my shoulders.

By the time she gives him the fourth, his cheeks turn red. You might be wondering how the girls manage to overpower him. Well, the truth is they are older than him: Victoria, the oldest, is 26; Priscilla, the second, is 24; and Skylar, the youngest, is 22. So they are all older than him. Priscilla nearly gives him the fifth slap when he finally shouts, "I gave it to him... go get it from him!" Priscilla doesn't hesitate; she storms toward her dad, and the other two follow.

She claps. She starts talking a mile a minute about all the different types of ideas for a party for my personality and mood, what kind of guest list we should have, and so on. I whistle to get her attention. Which does and she stops moving around and typing on her phone to look at me. “If I am supposed to be a princess my question is why am I not seeing my powers until my 18th birthday.” She looks at me and has this thinking look on her face until she gets that bulb light flick look in her eyes.

“My eighteenth birthday falls on a Friday.” “Hell yeah!” Cheryl offered her cousin a fist bump. “I feel like we’re missing something.” JD told his brother who agreed. “The princess clubs go out for eighteenth birthdays.” Reese explained vaguely. “To the male cabaret!” the two cousins said simultaneously before they both began laughing. “And the twenty-first.” Neo grinned. “Thirtieth. Fortieth. Any excuse they can find-eth.” “My eighteenth, the older princesses got so drunk that I had to drive them home.”

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.