Romans & histoires Keep Your Head Up Princess

the Head Servant grumbled, her brows wrinkled with anger. “Oh, please Lady Faye,” the princess in haste appealed, holding the old woman’s hands wanting to make her point. “Please don’t tell this to anybody! I do not want any more rumors circulating about me again. Please, just...just don’t mind it. It will be fine. I will be fine.”

As I moved up the stairs, she yawned, waiting a solid two seconds before covering her mouth. I snapped her wrist, yanking her against the heat of my body and towering over her. "While I may be repugnant to you, make no mistake that you belong to me for one night. One. Solid. Night. You will do exactly what I want when I require you to do so without question. If you choose to disobey, you will be punished. Am I very clear with you, princess?" She clenched her jaw, struggling to get out of my hold. "I'm not your princess, buster, and you will not speak to me that way."

{AVELINE} "AVELINE, pour some tea into my cup!" Princess Octavia commanded. I immediately followed her order. I approached the table where the three princesses were sitting. I took the tea pot and carefully poured tea into her cup. She was busy admiring herself in her handheld mirror that she always carried everywhere. Before I could turn away, Princess Viviana grabbed my attention. "Aveline, bake us some cookies. I want to eat right now," she demanded.

Xavier hasn't seen the possibility of him losing the throne. Walked down to Isabella. "You are the underestimated queen, stronger and mightier than many kings. Your reign sparkles like fire, and your anger could easily burn down a mountain. Your smile gets everyone happy, and when you laugh, even the birds of the air benefit from it." Xavier sings Isabella's praises. "Of what do I deserve this praise?" She asked him

"Keep it up, Mr. Smith. More evidence for us to bury you." Everyone knew the Smiths cared most about their reputation and With those words, John released my hair. Relief washed over me as I stood up straight, eyes flickering between John and Matilda. I stared at the woman, overwhelmed with gratitude. This stranger, who owed me nothing, was helping me. "Thank you!" I sighed, my voice shaking. She smiled back at me, "We women have to stick together don't we" she said winking at me and my smile grew wider.

At least that Elara still fought with them. Still smiled at them. For once, all three of them had the same thought. They nodded. Nikolai sighed and said softly, "Enough. Cassian, you're up tonight. You're supposed to go with Dana for the trial dose." Cassian froze. The look on all three of their faces got messy fast. No one knew they'd never actually chosen Dana over Elara. Not for real. It had all been part of the act from the start. They wanted to scare the spoiled princess out of her attitude. Make her softer. More obedient. More grateful.

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!"

“Yes” The princess held out her hand and tapped Lyon, he slowly turned around to see the princess in such a majestic dress. She gave out a warm smile that lightened the dim room before lowering her head a little. Lyon held the crown with both his hands and slowly placed it atop of the princess’s head.

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.

Damn it "Good morning to you sleepy head." I find my voice. I look at Chris and scan his body before l came across his tent which had me smirking. He stands next to me and covers himself with the island and greet Kayla "Morning princess." "Good morning to the king." She plays along. "And where's the Queen. It's only right for a king to rule with a Queen." Chris furrows his brow to ask Kayla. "She knows herself so there's no need in trying to say it again. Right Chris." Kayla says as she uses her strategy to sit on the stool that was way higher than her which l find dangerous.