Ethereal Princess Novels & Stories

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

Her fingers were poised over the keys. Kiema scoffed. "You don't recognize me?" She pushed her hair over her shoulder. The attendant, whose name was helpfully pinned to her shirt - Bethany - gave another smile. Shook her head. "I'm sorry, ma'am. No. I don't." Kiema sighed heavily. "My name is Kiema Feuer, princess of Azica. We have three of your best suites on hold here." I began my job of sending swirls and tendrils of emotion at Bethany. It took a couple of moments for them to cross the space, but I knew when they hit her because her pupils constricted as her cheeks rushed with red.

“I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.” My heart skipped a beat. “The other Royals know their place. I’m defiant.” “You’re not defiant, you’re human. You have thoughts and emotions. The difference between you and the other Royals is you actually express them. I don’t want to be with someone who submits to me because it’s their duty.” I smiled, for the first time realizing Sadeon hadn’t changed that much since we were kids. “I remember you saying something like that when we were young.”

Beside them, the ever-stately Andrea, Bina, Rafaela, and Johnathan—the Ministers who had each played pivotal role in shaping Aeternum’s greatness. And at the center of them all, holding her father’s hand and beaming like a radiant spring flower, was Princess Yggdrasil Sai—the young and beloved Crown Princess of Aeternum. Dressed in a soft teal gown adorned with floral patterns and star-threaded embroidery, the little princess waved at the crowd with innocent delight. The cameras lingered on her for a moment, and the cheers grew louder, warmer. “She’s grown so fast,” Queen Angela of the Dukedom of Angela whispered fondly in the guest section, nodding to her daughter beside her.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

**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.

King Eremus said and left his daughter's room. Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reached her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossoms so soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wears oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .