Her Highness Princess Novels & Stories

Not ginger, bright red. “Your highness!” said Ducane, standing to attention and dipping his head. “They only just got here.” “That’s what you always say. Thankfully my spies are everywhere. Don’t you forget it, Ducane. Everywhere.” She walked around to get a proper look at us, at which point, her face fell. “Oh. How disappointing.” I looked at Ducane for some kind of explanation. “Ah, yes. This is Her Royal Highness, Princess Laney, youngest daughter of the King. And these are—”

So, I kept walking with long and fast strides, weaving through one place after another until I saw her. The Grand Princess was sitting in her garden, sipping green tea and enjoying the fresh air with ease as if she didn’t have a single enemy in the world. When she saw me, her eyes widened. “You.” Her cup hit the table with a sharp clink, and she sat up properly, sending me a deadly glare. “You dare show your face after the disgrace at my birthday?” “I made no such thing, Your Highness,” I said, stepping into the light. “No such thing?” she snapped. “You insulted your elders, hijacked the attention, and now you come here?”

Who are you, child? It was Mark who answered. "I apologized but I recognize only a few of you here. By the way, you are all in the presence of the Princess of the Heiress of the Highlands, the Princess Elena of Boldon." At some point in Highlands, it was functionary to bow and kneel in front of a royalty especially when the Crown was introduced. But this mob respected nothing of the Crown. They just looked at her. Stared. It was as if she was foreign to them and did not matter much at all.

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.

My head spun. Princess? Princess? High Princess? The title of High Princess was only given to Princesses who were sent to other kingdoms as peacemakers, sometimes it was usually a marriage alliance or to act as an ambassador in the said kingdom. Serena was a Princess. I stared at him in shock, my lips parting but no one came out of my mouth. “You are a princess” I whispered and Serena chuckled. “I’m sorry I kept it from you” she replied softly and I blinked my eyes hard at her. I had heard too many things in a short while to even be fazed and bothered that she had hidden such a thing from me.

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

Her husband, her god, her lover, her prince, her duke and the father of her children; she just loved him. She was after all his Her Royal Highness.

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.

While her piercing aura was on full display, her curves were quite apparent as well. Any man would find it hard to hold back after seeing such a beauty. But Harvey casually looked away after taking a few glances at her. Queenie rolled her eyes at his reaction. Harvey was such an insensitive blockhead! “Do you think the fourth princess will plan to get you killed? Or is she going to do as you say and kill Vince?” Queenie asked with a frown. “The fourth princess is from The Empire’s royal family, and the fourth successor in line. She’s a true elite,” Harvey calmly replied as he sipped his tea.

ALMARIO WAR The Mask Princess, known for her beauty, courage, and intelligence, stood tall and resolute before the Head General, her eyes flashing with conviction and concern etched on her face. She was a vision of strength and poise, with her long black hair cascading down her back, held in place by a golden tiara.