Jane Disney Princess Novels & Stories

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

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.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Princess Sara.” “No,” I scoff while shaking my head. “Please don’t call me Princess; I’m not one.” “But you are,” Jenna smiles kindly. “You’re Prince Leander’s mate, making you a Princess.” I groan to myself. I am no Princess. Well, I guess I am now. Ugh! I shake my head of thought and smile. “You work here, right?” Jenna nods. “Yes.” “Were you born here?” Jenna bites the inside of her cheek.

I didn’t want her to be sad, so I said, "But I could think of a story to tell you." "Really?" She grinned, and I nodded. Taking a moment before I continued, "Once upon a time, there was a little princess called Ariana." "Hey, that’s my name! The princess has my name!" she exclaimed excitedly, and I nodded, "Yes, she does." As I began weaving the tale, I described how Princess Ariana lived in a sparkling castle surrounded by beautiful gardens and friendly animals. She loved exploring the enchanted forest nearby, where magical creatures roamed and adventures awaited at every turn.

I said carefully, “but I can play your favorite game with you for a little while if you want.” Her eyes sparked. “Really?” she asked, voice quaking. “Really,” I replied. She squealed in joy, stamping her little feet as she spun in a tiny circle. I giggled. “So what is your favorite game?” I asked, leaning back on my hand. “Pretty Princess Power Dance!” she exclaimed. I blinked. “I…don’t think I’m familiar with that one,” I said, smiling. “How do I play?” “Well,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I’m a pretty princess with magic powers that I can only use if I do this really cool dance sequence and it lets me shoot pink fire out of my hands and it makes my enemies go poof!”

Their names are very strange, but very beautiful at the same time. sera's eyes widened in shock and said, "Don't you know Princess Snow White and Princess Robinzel, they are Disney princesses, haven't you seen them on TV before?" The child looked excitedly at sera and said: What is TV? What do Disney princesses mean? Are there other princesses? How do they look? Are they beautiful? sera is even more shocked: What do you mean by TV? Haven't you watched TV before and watched children's channels on it?

“Call me Anne. I am not comfortable being addressed as a princess. My mother was just a gangster; I don’t think that makes her royalty.” Daisy’s gaze remained steady but her eyes could tell that she did not liked what Anne just said. “This island was her vision. She bought it, turned it into a separate nation and established it as a constitutional monarchy. Over a million people live here today and they declared her as their queen. She built this country from the scratch, and as her only heir, you are a princess. A real one.”

Smiling at my laptop, I reread what I wrote and sent it, letting the power of technology send it everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney. The Tarzan soundtrack was the bomb and don't get me started with Lion King. I also really like the Disney Princess, especially Mulan -because she's a baddie- but it's just so unrealistic. Ting. I looked down at my laptop and can't help the smirk that immediately crawled on my lips. There was a new comment coming from @DivaBeauty -talk about having lame usernames, I know. But then again, I really should not say much because I am one to talk. CrazyHater? Really?

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.