Novel & Cerita Greek Princesses

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

Among the eighteen generals of Regal Palace and the five Heavenly Kings, only Xyris and Olympias were women, so their relationship was amicable. Xyris smiled and nodded. “Sister Olympias, you’ve grown more beautiful.” “You silly girl, you’ve learned how to flatter others now?” Olympias laughed and then looked at Xanthus. “We were all in such a hurry yesterday that I didn’t have time to ask you when you two are getting married?” Xyris and Xanthus grew awkward as soon as the words were spoken. That said, it seemed Xanthus seemed more bashful compared to Xyris.

"Princess Quinn, did you noticed, Felicia has been overjoyed since yesterday, I saw her walked in some odd old clothes last night I can't explain the reason for her happiness, what do you think we should do? princess Quinn walks closer to her sister princess lelay from her room to her balcony she looks down with hate and disgust in her eyes at Felicia who joyfully walked past. Princess Quinn was a blond-haired beautiful lady, she had green emerald eyes with a perfect body unlike her younger sister lelay with small delicate features, her perfect boobs slender to the shape of her hips and curves, she was on a semi-transparent white robe which made her look like a Greek goddess. She was the exa

she replied pleasantly. "Oh, I know you would like it. I'm feeling quite parched so let's get a drink nearby. Don't worry, I know just the place for that," the princess said, dragging her away once more. They stopped in front of a building with a signboard that read Gelta Salon. Opening the door, she was presented with the largest gathering of noblewomen that was not a tea party. It resembled a restaurant but it was also vastly different from that because although the tables were filled with snacks, the ladies were more focused on other things.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

Wade I watch as she looks apologetically towards me, her jaw tight. I look into her beautiful golden eyes, I feel they should glint more than they are, you know when you look at someone and they’re eyes are dull? Despite her beauty… I could see that. Maybe I can put that glint there. I’m surprised she feels the need to defend herself, the Princess always has guards around her… come to think of it I haven’t seen any. I’d have expected at least one. Her father must really trust us to take care of her.

The doors opened, and we were bathed in the golden light of the great hall. "Presenting, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Her Highness, Princess Camellia Arventia and Grand Duke William Valois." the man's voice echoed, and we walked, our hands linked, down the great catwalk, under the shocked gazes of the Emperor and the entire imperial family of Arventia. Some things at that ball were going to be very different, and I was going to make sure that I was the trigger for the biggest explosion in the empire's social circles.

“I need a bath” “at your service my princess”,the maid said and hurried to prepare her bath. Meet Dianne princess of Mesopotamia daughter to king Maximilian11 and the apple of his eyes, a girl who always has everything shoes silvers gold jewelries dresses. One thing about is that she is not the sort of prim or even proper infact she is the exact opposite. Sexy as hell with her fiery red hair her gleaming green eyes infact she’s the exact opposite of a typical princess we know I mean she’s not the type to cry over a torn dress or a swollen ankle but she definitely loses it if her dress is not embroidered with jewels I’ll say she’s the living Nefertiti an Egyptian goddess on Earth .

The fourth princess was not willing to spread such a scandal… But compared to her kneeling to some foreigner, that was nothing… Jason was not her only man anyway.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last: