Finn And Princess Flame の小説・ストーリー

“We’re coming, Aria. Just hold on.” °°°°°°°°°°° FINN'S POV After ending the call with Adam, I just stared at the screen, trying to make sense of everything. Aria is the princess of Griffith? For a few moments, I just sat there, the phone feeling heavier in my hand. My mind was spinning, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe it. How could I not have known about something this big? “The Griffith princess,” I muttered to myself, the words feeling strange in my mouth. It sounded… unreal.

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

The violet flames dance from my arm to his throat and envelop him in it, getting him to rip himself off me with a roar. Wrapping my arms around my sons, I watch Fynn’s demonic double growl enraged and as Matthew’s creature attacks him, they are both soon covered in flames as they continue to fight each other. I watch them while sobbing, my mind running like crazy, thinking about a way to get out before they find a way to extinguish the flames, or even worse, Matthew’s demon finally wins over Fynn’s. “I’ll get you out of here, princess,” Fynn’s voice rumbles through the cold room, making me take a shaky breath.

The color drained from his lips, and his hand started to tremble so much the paper crinkled. "This... this says the Flame isn't a person," Finn whispered. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. "It says the Flame is a debt." "Keep reading," I urged. "‘The crown is not a gift, but a cage,’" Finn read aloud, his voice cracking. "‘The blood of the innocent is the oil for the lamp. When the King fails, the land withers, not because he is holy, but because he has stolen the life of the soil.’"

Finch said, his fingers now just exploring me without lotion. “Who’s the third prince? Oh right that other dragon,” I asked, remembering he had said there were three. He sighed. “Prince Liam. He’s an ass. His father is a lot like Warrick, tough and not much for TLC. Maybe they should have been father and son,” Finch said, moving down to my legs. He adjusted himself so his head was at one end of the hammock and mine at the other. He massaged my calves and feet. I was nearly ready for a nap. This is the life!

Ophelia asked, putting her head against his shoulder once more. "They're prince and princess of the Ophidian Kingdom. I saved the prince after he nearly died from my claw bruise, during the time they attacked me in the forest. So they volunteered to help upon sensing you were in danger." Finlay deliberately skipped the part where they were taken to the Ophidian Kingdom and Princess Daeneria tried to compel him into wanting her, so they could get intimate. He was certain Ophelia would be displeased to hear such.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

His wings shimmered a rich green and gold, like moss catching the sun. Behind him, a graceful girl nymph hovered above Aster's shoulder, glowing in soft pinks and honeyed gold. "Hello, future bestie!" she chirped, brushing Aster's cheek with a sparkly high five. The boy straightened midair and announced proudly, "I am Prince Brambleblitz of the Wood Nymphs, protector of the earth noble!" "And I," the girl said with a glittery spin, "am Princess Petalwing of the Wood Nymphs, here to bond with my favorite sunshine girl."

I said and asked the muranda who just passed by to forward my words to Ignis. "I'll be going first. Ignis won't take long, just wait for her here, okay?" I told her. She nodded and urge me to go. "My dear Fantasians! It's of my great pleasure and honor to present in front of you the next queen of the kingdom of Flamis. Princess Fhyra Icena Doneza." I heard Queen Feu announced and as if on cue fireworks lit up the dark skies of the night but the crowd's attention wasn't directed to it but to me who was standing in front of them.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.