His Princess Devotional Novels & Stories

Epilogue Pacing her room, the Princess wonders if now is the right time. Plans were made to hold her Coronation next Saturday as this Sunday she will turn twenty-one. She knows with the small fights and skirmishes caused by that Traitor and his rebels that her people need a distraction, but deep down this nagging feeling tells her something bad is going to happen. The door to her room opens causing the Princess to jump in fright. Her boyfriend, realizing he startled her, takes quick strides and pulls her into his arms.

It is now a small classroom to teach me to act with a greater pedigree. “We praise the Goddess for all the Gifts that She bestows upon us!” Phoebe calls. “We give our devotion to the Goddess!” I echo in refrain. Several days of morning prayers have taught me the cadence and script. “After your sealing you will be a Princess. Princess of Fives. You will never outrank a Royal of the bloodline. Your children will even be superior to you.” She says matter of factly.

And before I can find the reason for these sudden sobs from her, she cries out loudly, vocalizing each sob. “Aahanahaa uhuhuhuhuh, you are not letting me kiss you! You don't want me anymore… because? Because you don't love me anymore… because now I am old…right… or am I ugly now?? Or fat–” “Ash! Princess you are neither old, nor ugly or fat. In fact, you are the prettiest woman anyone can ever come across, and just perfect the way you are… there isn't a single percent need for you to ney insecure or doubt yourself–”

The moment she opened the door, I forced my way inside. I dropped to one knee, thrusting the flowers and a massive diamond ring toward her. "Sera, I can't let you walk away. Whatever you want, I'll make it yours. All that I have, all that I am, it's yours, if you come back to me." Her beautiful face tightened with pain. She fell silent for a moment, as if holding back her rising frustration. “Macro." Her voice was so calm it made my heart tremble. "Back in those dark days, I thought I could put myself back together, thought I could heal. But you keep pouring salt into the wound. We ended a long time ago."

And then I see it: the princess’s name. Evelyn.

Ronen advises. "I understand. How can you not expect a commoner to be greatly upset when she was blessed with mates who could change her life only for them to choose another? I just want to make peace with her as my Devine gift depends on my righteous heart," the Princess replies. She has a pure heart, which gives me confidence that such a vital gift wasn't granted to a random woman. It is in the right hands. "Let me come with you. I have no doubt that the human will be disrespectful," I offer.

Dad often read this to me because even I experienced being a princess though we were not rich. But when I read it again last night I suddenly realized something this story implies. That is, all women are princesses and have their princes. That we do not have to wait, because he will come to the point we least expect. All we have to do is prepare ourselves to be worthy of the person God has in store for us. "Okay! Okay! I'm leaving." In a flash, Gavin disappeared like a bubble in front of us. However that did not surprise me, but the question Saint dropped. "Do you wait too much?" He asked while just staring into my eyes.

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

The princess did not live with other monsters, and she was lucky to live with a kind and loving angel like Lord Deiter. As the years went by, they became close and inseparable. Though of course, they haven't had sex yet. By the time the princess was 18 years old, she had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Harlow's signature perfect beauty. Her big eyes remain. And now she was as tall as the lord's ears. That night, the lord found the princess sitting naked on the bed. He knew that the princess must be waiting for him. This night was their first night, that was six years too late