Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

A thin cotton dress was layered beneath a thick cloak tied with an emerald ribbon, and golden jewelry adorned her hair and neck. The weight of the opulent adornments made her feel out of place—like a maid masquerading as a queen. After Rhyzar’s revelation, she couldn’t shake the thought that all the gilded surfaces around her might actually be real gold. The statues in the hallways, though suspiciously similar, seemed too fantastical to believe. Still, she eyed them warily as Gelda led her to the large room where she had first reunited with Rhyzar.

I pushed the door open, and the noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt. Seeing my pale face, Claire Musk looked annoyed. "So what if I didn't give you thirty dollars? Who are you trying to scare with that expression, like you're attending a funeral? You're just like those gold-diggers—reeking of greed and utterly vulgar!" Hearing these insults with my own ears, I felt nothing at all. Not anger. Not sorrow. Not even disappointment. When Claire walked toward me, I calmly took a step back—avoiding the nauseating scent clinging to her, a mixture that clearly belonged to another man.

Sailors in gold-trimmed livery threw down ropes of braided silk, and a gangplank was lowered. ​Out stepped Prince Lucian of the Gilded Isles. ​He looked exactly as Elara remembered: golden hair perfectly coiffed, a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and the scent of citrus and expensive spices that always made her feel like she was suffocating. In Ashwood, he had been the man who cornered her in the moonlight, whispering that he "pitied" her for being fated to the beast Valerius. He had offered her his hand not to help her up, but to lead her into a different kind of cage. He saw her as a broken girl: a trophy of high pedigree that was too shattered to bite back.

I had my uncle look up her ID info, and as soon as he checked, it turned out that Lillian is a notorious gold digger! Those around us erupted into murmurs, while Clara crossly held up her phone for everyone to see. "I've gone to so much trouble for you, yet you're being completely ungrateful about it, Nicholas!" Nicholas snatched the phone and stared fixedly at the screen, noting the name Lillian Naughton displayed there. Just as Clara claimed, there were only two individuals by that name—one was the prestigious heiress of the Naughton family, and the other was an infamous marriage fraudster and gold digger.

"Come on, Mamma, let's eat! I want to go see Zia." Tati gets up easier than me and smiles at Bella. "Look at you, Anabella, you did such a good job dressing, but do you think we can change your shirt? It might be too cold for a tank top." Tati says and then walks to the mess on the floor to clean it up. Bella goes over and helps put her clothes away. "Okay, Mama, but can I keep the tiara?" Tati smiles and says, "Of course, what's a princess without her crown?"

The princess threw the keys to her room at Kathy and said, "I want my room thoroughly cleaned before my engagement party begins so, get to it right away." Kathy nodded and headed towards the room with the keys in her hands. When she entered the room, she saw the royal jewelry belonging to the princess on the bed and realized that she would be wearing it during her engagement ceremony. The princess's room was not dirty as it had already been cleaned earlier but since Athena asked her to clean, Kathy cleaned the room before locking the door and giving the keys back to the princess.

Tess elbowed Gael in the ribs, and he doubled over. Tess pulled the hair from her eyes and examined the seal, "This is the real thing," She bit the end, "Solid Gold. She faced Aurelia and crossed her arms, "What does a disgraced princess want with a d-list Merchant/" Zinjo crossed his arms and gave the sailor a look of intimidation. Aurelia shook her head and sighed, "Zinjo we are guests here. We showed up unannounced, it is only natural they would be a little wary of us."

Princess Sophia beams. I kick her under the coffee table. Brown-noser. “Now, on to the napkin rings.” Mrs. Dotty takes out a velvet-lined case and presents it to me. I want to tear my hair out. “Oh, gold, of course,” Princess Sophia says right away, sticking her tongue out at me when Mrs. Dotty’s head is turned. “Yes, yes. Let me just lay out the gold napkin rings.” Mrs. Dotty unfolds the ecru napkin, which is rather large as napkins go, and lays each gold napkin ring from her case down on the fabric.

Crossing her arms, Gina narrowed her eyes at Arabella. Seeing Gina's expression, Arabella smiled and gestured toward her hair. Strands of her silky blonde locks were still unstyled, framing her face in a gentle cascade. With an exasperated sigh, Gina took a hair comb and began to assist Arabella in setting her hair. She carefully pinned up Arabella's golden locks on one side, leaving some strands to cascade freely, creating an elegant yet carefree hairstyle. As Gina delicately applied the faintest touch of makeup to Arabella's already exquisite features, the natural beauty of the princess shone through effortlessly. Her radiant aura scarcely required enhancement.

Shanelle POV I smoothed down the delicate fabric of my elegant gown, a rich shade of midnight blue that hugged my curves in all the right places. The beaded embellishments sparkled under the ambient lighting, casting a soft glow around me. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen, stood resplendent in their own designer ensembles. Beatrice wore a vibrant red dress that accentuated her fiery personality, while Kayleen donned a sleek silver gown that mirrored her quiet grace.