Novel & Cerita I'm Not A Princess

I promised her I would update her frequently on things that are happening at the empire, so she doesn’t feel so out of the loop. She answered the phone on the third ring, and I was relieved to hear her voice. It was nice to hear a familiar and friendly voice for a change. Someone I could trust wholeheartedly. “Why, hello there, Princess,” Fiona teased. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t call me that,” I muttered. “I’m not a princess.” “Your father is literally a king. Pretty sure that’s a definition of a princess.” “Well, I don’t feel like a principal. I feel like I don’t belong and my evil stepmother and stepsister are making it painfully clear,” I tell her.

I wanted to just walk out of this room and tell him to get lost but I know that Stacie won't appreciate that so I held back my raging temper. "I already told you that I am not the princess. I don't know how else you want me to explain it to you. I am not her. Besides, you are just trying so hard to recreate what you felt when you met her when you were young. I can assure you that wherever she is right now, she probably is not the person she was when she was young. She must have changed a lot by now" I said. "I ...."

“I’m not a princess. But like what you said the last time you were in here…wolves have needs.” I couldn’t help it. My dick twitched viciously into life as her voice dropped to a breathy whisper. “Why are you not a princess then?” I huskily asked, trying to keep my composure despite her cleavage being on full show, the in and out of her waist bewitching every thought I had. “Because I’m not some precious trinket that needs protecting. My best friends at home are men. I’ve grown up around idiotic muscles, brawn and ego.”

After that, she left the room, leaving me on the terrace. I'm a Princess? I clearly am not. I entered the room and looked around it. How can I lie to the King? I don't wanna lie. I feel bad. I looked around the room once again and reality hits me. "I don't deserve this, I'm a no Princess. How can I even enjoy these stuffs when all of it is just a lie?" I asked myself. Here I am again, talking to myself. I go outside the room again to watch the city. From here, I can see my shop. But, I can't seen it well as it's quite too far.

I hated him, especially during our St Leonard days. Then, of course, I had to see the princess herself. She always acted so high and mighty, as if her name could save her from the real world. If she had to step into my world, she would be traumatised for life; we don’t raise princesses, we raise warriors.

Jessica asks me innocently. “I’m fine, Princess.” I say with a strained voice. “Just fine.”

“I’m not some… possession you can just take!” The words almost slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself, and I barely caught them. “I’m a princess,” I muttered under my breath, as if saying it aloud could somehow make it real. "I’m not a slave, or someone you can just throw around like a pawn."

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

one of Malus’s group members called out to me. “Your point?” I asked. “Just that I didn’t take you for the loner type. Princesses usually have a posse, so where is yours?” he asked with a sneer. “Not all princesses have a posse. Did you notice me with anybody around me today, other than my brothers?” I didn’t even give him a moment to respond before I answered myself. “No. I am far from any princess you have ever seen, so don’t expect me to act like one.”

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.