Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

It reeks of money, gold, and anything luxurious anyone could imagine. As I strode past the golden horse that serves as a logo, which was actually built with real gold, I clashed with some maids who were looking radiantly beautiful in their outfits--I wondered why all these maids were so beautiful. Maybe Alpha Grindley doesn't take in the ugly ones. "She looks so rough. I could hear her moans all through the night," I heard one of the maids whisper, staring at me before giggling away.

Alicia signaled her maid to bring her something and her maid Nora bought a tiny coin bag and handed it to the maid who was surprised. “Even if you are doing this because of your brother I locked up, that doesn’t mean I can’t be generous to you when you do your job right” The maid bowed in appreciation “Thank you milady” “You can leave” The maid was escorted out “What are you planning to do now after the information, Milady?” Alicia looked at her right hand maid and smiled “Although Althea is royalty which makes her higher in status than me, but she doesn’t have what I have”

At lunchtime, noticing Adelaide hadn't come to greet her and Paisley and Zelda were absent too, she sent someone to check. Upon learning the trio had gone shopping without her, Priscilla was stunned with rage. How dare they exclude her? She stormed out, declaring she'd visit the royal palace alone. Susan and Morgana hurried after her. "Where are you going?" they asked. "To the royal palace. I need some company," Priscilla snapped. The Golden Jewelry Store, located on South Street in the capital, was a renowned establishment. Its designs were innovative, some even beyond the royal family's craftsmanship.

’ They sat her on the edge of her desk grinning like Cheshire cats, ‘You have earned the nickname of Mafia Princess because little half breed you are half Mafia and half Duchess, so we both think it is a very appropriate name and we will be using it too.’

"Excellent! I've won! I'll go with you to Grand Princess Eleanor's palace right now, demand the pearls back, and get those three thousand silver coins. "The Gilded Tower cost me quite a bit of money, and I've never earned a single coin from it. Now, getting three thousand silver coins from them would just make up for what I gave them last time." "The Gilded Tower?" Carissa asked, her tone laced with intrigue. "Was that jewelry shop something you and Grand Princess Eleanor started together?" "Of course! It's been running for years, and I haven't earned a single coin. I even have to fork over money from time to time to keep it afloat…"

It’s been a week since my memorable visit to the Grand Princess, but the heat about me was still on the rise, and it wasn’t even about the wine bottle I broke and hurled at the Grand Princess’ fountain. No… It’s a whole lot of new mess, which I knew was created and ignited by Princess Geline herself to get back to me. I could still remember the murmurs I heard when we went out to the market this morning. “She’s only getting close to Prince Deacon to wash her family’s bloodstained legacy.” “She’s ambitious. Cold. Used her tragic past for sympathy points.” “Don’t you find it strange? She was so invisible for years, and now suddenly she’s everywhere?”

Pavan appeared a little intimidated, while Danial frowned at the bodyguards, about to question their purpose. Suddenly, the bodyguards parted, revealing a slim figure walking through the formation. Danial looked at her and didn't recognize her. The woman was Crystal Kirk, the princess of the Kirk Family. She dazzled in a sleek, sapphire-blue gown with a high slit and an off-the-shoulder neckline, adorned with intricate beadwork. She walked gracefully towards the table and greeted them, "Hello everyone, I hope you are having a great time. My name is Crystal Kirk, but you can call me Miss Kirk. I hosted this dinner."

She giggled. Edward could see from the man's face that he was clearly uncomfortable with what was happening. He had fallen into the trap of another rich gossiper. "If you must know, kind Sir, my purse was bought with real gold," the young lady said, an air of pride around her. "It also has diamonds on them and it is not the fake ones that the Lords and Ladies in there have on." She humphed.

All my best ideas get caught up in the mediocre ones, so I find myself leaping from plan to plan. I promise I’ll try to keep to the point. Don’t make me turn the charm on you too. I've got sex appeal and I'm not afraid to use it. As long as you’re not a shifter too? Anyway, the casino, now that was one of my very best ideas. The Gilded Falcon. My pride and joy. Rich red carpets, a dozen red felt topped playing tables with rich mahogany everywhere else. I went against gold. Too much gold always looks tacky, too little looks like you can’t afford it, so none.

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel