I'm Not 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?"

"I'm not a princess." "Why not?" I looked down at myself, at the plain burgundy uniform, the apron, my hands rough and reddened from years of work. I offered him a small, awkward smile. "I'm far from a princess." "Then I was close." "Close?" "Rayne. Rapunzel. I almost had it." I shook my head. "That's not how names work." "Apparently not." He handed me the last orange, and I placed it carefully back inside the basket, brushing dirt from its skin.

I make a mental note to learn how to control my rage better as I go to Arabella's room. The door is open, and she's hiding under the bed; her feet give her away. “Princess,” I call out. “Come out.” “No,” she snaps. “I'm not a princess.” “Sure you are, you're my little princess.” “No,” she says, “Princesses don't get yelled at.” “They do if they're being bad,” I remind her.

I reached into my pocket for the key I had shoved in there carelessly, fumbled it into the lock, and stumbled into my tiny, temporary Tokyo home. Once I was inside, I shut the door, rested my forehead against the chill of the wood, and exhaled a whooshing, "Finally." The quiet was different. It wasn't calm. It wasn't soothing. It was just empty. I slid down to the floor, against the door, looking at the ceiling. "I'm just an pretend princess," I said, dry and humorless voice. "Yu Yu Roman, the star actress. In the Tokyo production of A Kiss a Day Keeps the Doctor Away."

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

Avy, "used to tell me; I am not what people say I am." "Stop it, damn it. You are not being yourself," I wish I could smirk and curse him. I blinked, unbothered, "Prince Adonis, I don't think you are in a place to be allowed to say that. I'm sorry, but you do not know me. You don't have the slightest idea of the person I am, of my favorite things, of my dreams, and fears, and even less of what goes on my mind. So, please, refrain from acting as if you knew me, it's uncomfortable. I'm a Princess, unmarried, and single, so, do not cross the line, or it'll taint my image."

I am not a human. I am—I am different. I am a princess. But I am not a fairy-tale princess because, in fairy tales, other children and little animals love them, aren’t they? Me? They hide from me. I know I scare them. Even though I am stupid, I know that much. Kannax tells me all the time that I am the dumbest and ugliest among father’s children.

Then, I continue to observe the reflection. "I-She had a beauty that made those Disney Princesses look as paper-thin as they are, she is organic, authentic. I couldn't tell how old this woman is... It's like age couldn't caress this kind of charm. It's there, and you can see it. I just hope she was happy... Glowing inside." I could feel my throat tightens as I find it hard to speak my last words. My mother did not say a word, and I can still feel her gaze on me. So, I place the mirror beside my pillow.

As a child, hidden under my bed, with a torch lighting up my books. I always imagined myself as a princess locked in a castle, waiting for my enchanted prince to come and rescue me. Over the years, life taught me that there are no enchanted princes who come to save you! You have to do it yourself! Yes, you! Because it is something that has to come from your deepest self.

My reflection stared back at me. Not a princess. Not a girl. A Queen. “…it’ll already be too late.”