How To Be A Princess Novels & Stories

"Can I become a real princess that lives in a big castle?" "You don't have to live in a castle to become a real princess." "What do I have to do, then?" "If you care about other people and you are bold, then you are a princess." Aurora smiled. "I love you, mummy." "I love you, too. Aurora?" "Yes, mummy." "I want you to know that I will always be with you. If not physically know that I will forever be in your heart." "Are you going somewhere, mummy?"

"Yes, of course if you want !. I also want to see tonight's festival! ” "Yes, of course I want to!" "Then, after this we have to go to the clothing store. We have to buy clothes for you, you want to wear clothes like those girls? " he said while pointing at some girls who were wearing dresses like a princess. "Yes, of course, I don't mind wearing that dress. That dress looks good, like a princess! ” "Huh, princess? Why not like a queen? " "Hahaha ... that's impossible, it's better like a princess. To be a queen is difficult. That's because I need a partner, so I can only dream of being a princess! ”

I whisper smiling at him and he returns the smile running a finger down my cheek. "Well you should get used to it. You are a princess after all Melody" I sighed. A princess overnight.. "I'm nervous" I said "What for?" Turning my head to stare into Jacob's eyes I shrugged. "I'm not used to all this.. this is the exact opposite of what I grew up as. I mean...how does one handle being a princess? How does a princess act? What do I need to do?" Jacob opened his mouth to speak but a knock on my door interrupted him

She spent the next few hours in her chamber with Roisin, explaining a thousand things about how to be a proper, elegant, and delicate princess. During their conversations, she advised her on suitable dresses for attending royal balls, dining with royalty or nobles, or walking in the garden. She discussed the intricacies of lace and fabrics, the importance of correct body posture, proper hand and head gestures, and how to react to specific issues and situations.

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

She must also look the part to command the respect she deserves so that she may heal and nurture her kingdom. Back then I always thought of it as my mother’s way of trying to trick dressing up and being more ladylike to fit the perfect little princess image she had of coffee-colored uses to read me stories about princesses who would overcome great obstacles to find their prince in shining armor and live happily ever after every night before bed. So much that I would dream of the day that mine would come along and every morning when we would wake, she would do my hair and give me the same speech about being the type of queen who could do and be it all.

But they sat there, real and solid, and nothing collapsed when I said them. I even believed them. A little. Mariah slid onto the bench and crossed her legs, still watching me. “Princesses have it made, you know.” I snorted, dabbing carefully under my eye in case my mascara smudged. “Yeah? How so?” “Think about it,” she said. “They have people at their beck and call. Stylist on demand. Hair and makeup squad. Someone to tailor every dress. If I had a chef to cook all my food and a trainer who worked me out every day, I’d feel and look like a princess too.”

Then I spoke, "Alright. What's step one?" She smiled softly. "Step one is rest. You sound like you're dying. Sleep. Then tomorrow? Find out where he lives. Get him flowers. Strange ones. The kind he'll appreciate." "He doesn't like flowers." "Right, I forgot. Mini desserts. Or sparkly nonsense. Just. show up, Creed. Be human." I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Thanks, Carrie." "Don’t thank me yet. You’re going to hate me by step five."

"That's bad." She chuckled now. "Well, when you're a Princess, you can try changing things." The boy wrinkled his nose, and though he looked disgusted, deep down the idea pleased him. He always did like the idea of a ball gown but no one was supposed to know that. "Abuelaaaaa, I'm a boy. Boys don't wear dresses!" "Well, not all Princesses are princesses." She stared now, face in mock seriousness. "One can only be a princess if they are kind, pure of heart and true."

By the look of barely concealed discontent, they just might have heard something from a certain little bird. "What do I do, what do I do." Katie whispered frantically as they approached The Royal Couple. Meeting them in the first place was a nerve-wrecking experience. Then add into the mix that she was sure they blamed her for 'corrupting' their daughter...worse Sam was literally their little Princess! " Just do as I do except only answer questions. Don't ask anything or answer with a question either. Make eye contact all the time and a little smile is ok." Sam said as she tried to paste a smile on her own face.