How To Become A Princess Novels & Stories

I would never qualify. The disembodied voice continued to speak. "Congratulations on your selection. You are here to compete for your position as the crown princess." Fear filled my body. What if this was for real? What if I got punished for taking liberties for a position that wasn't remotely mine to hope for? I began to struggle but the chair/lounge/bed didn't let me up. "You will undertake four trials to showcase your suitability for the throne by the most important attributes of a princess; Knowledge, Willpower, Honesty, and Wrath."

Papa called out, his voice echoing through the hall. I approached, my heart doing a nervous flutter. Caius turned, his kind eyes lighting up as he saw me. He was even more handsome in person, his presence exuding a quiet confidence. “Princess Isla,” he said, his voice a warm melody, bowing with graceful formality. “It is a pleasure to finally have this opportunity.” “Prince Caius,” I replied, managing a polite curtsy, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows.

This time, she was the witch. People began digging into her bizarre behavior from childhood. Many who claimed to be former classmates or teachers began to post what they remembered of her. "No wonder she looked so familiar. She was the girl who sat next to me who thinks she's a princess." "I passed by that hotel the other day and saw everything firsthand. She's on another level of crazy." "She's always going on about being a princess. Anyone who didn't know better would think she really was some royalty set to inherit a crown or something."

Princess Lian was getting dressed as she grumbled and protested angrily. The maid nervously: Your Highness, we must hurry; the king is very angry, and everyone is waiting for you downstairs. Lian angrily: Oh, I can't take part in it. I feel so degraded just thinking I'm just their spoil. Oh my god, ohhhhhhhh. The maid quietly grabbed her by the arm. My princess, these are our customs, traditions, and customs inherited throughout the ages and generations. You must accept them and give in so that peace prevails in our kingdom. Think of it from this point of view, my princess.

I demanded. “I need you in order to become the ruler of The Slumbering Reef. I can only marry royalty. You are beautiful and technically a queen. So I have to marry you. You’ll get used to life here and you’ll like it! We’ll have heirs very soon.” Prince Mako assured me. “Heirs, like babies?” I asked. “How would that work?” “We’d have to turn you into a mermaid first of course and then we make love eight times a day.”

" Her mum said, Nora sat up and turned her attention to her mum. "You are a princess, you belong to a royal family and you weren't born here but in another world, where we have elves and knights," said her mum. "Am I an elf ?" Asked Nora. "I don't know but if you were one, your ears would be pointy," her mum said. "Oh great, you don't even know what I am" Nora with an attitude. "I'm sorry dear" her mum apologized. "Okay okay, just continue," said Nora.

I answered truthfully and looked down. "you're a Princess now, I've turned you into one" she said. "I told the King that you're a Princess from a very far land" she answered. I am shocked.

“Now, follow me; it’s time to meet up with the clan elders; they all want to see you crowned as the princess of the realm.” I sighed and followed her to the clan. They want to see me. For what? To touch their feet or what? I can’t even use my powers. Why do they want to see someone like me and crown me as the princess of the realm? It’s not like I wasn’t a princess of the realm; it’s more like they want me to be crowned for recognition, so all the people know I’m the princess of the realm blah, blah and blah.

They watched me to make sure that I appeared tonight as the honored princess and not as I used to be. Before changing into my fine gown, I used a white wrap that tightened around my breasts to make them look less bountiful. My breasts have gotten bigger and bigger over the years and I have had to cover them up in this way. I usually use very little makeup and just wash my face and body with rose water. I also rarely wear complicated and beautiful hairstyles, letting my curly hair fall freely. The safest thing for a forgotten princess to do is to make herself transparent. This is what my adoptive mother Meggie told me.

Sebastian's POV Her sweet scent lingered around me. When she pulled away and I stared into her deep grey pair of eyes, I wanted to get lost in them. I wanted to wake up to them every morning for the rest of my life. I exhaled sharply as I remembered the message I received from my father. In order to take over my father's position in the court as king, I would have to marry someone, and my father thought it would be appropriate to marry someone already of royalty. Princess Naomi was from a neighboring country and was raised by her parents King Leon, III and Queen Emeralda.