Keep Your Head Up Princess Novels & Stories

I Princess Ameerah stiffened as she saw the Head Guard looking at her with a frown. Her heart tumbled thinking that he might have noticed that she walked out of the room assigned to Fiel. As the Head Guard walked fast approaching her, she tried to calm herself and bear in mind that right now, she was Princess Ameerah, the beloved daughter of the Alpha Pharoah, and except for his father, no one was above her and no one can touch her no matter what.

She's here and there's no other way to escape. “Comrades! Someone broke in!” The man who saw the princess shouted again. 'It's annoying' The princess immediately took a treasure box and threw it at the person who screamed who saw her. It was hit when it tried to enter. It fell down so the princess was able to get out without difficulty.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

Yes, she was still one of the few who gave pinky promises. He joined his pinky finger to hers which was much bigger and warmth sipped into her like she just touched a wand. "I-I-I p-promise." She was suddenly feeling nervous and scared. "There's more on the back," he added with their pinkies still joined. She flipped it and read. 1. ALWAYS KEEP YOUR HEAD UP! She gulped down and nodded her head, the irony of her situation was swinging in her face. The floor was her art. "I-I will t-try my best." She accepted. "Bien! I will be watching and I believe in you princess."

ariel:- we are going to set free and we have to show them, that we going to set free no matters what. someone fire gun shoots at the princess and his shorts are very clear at the princess's head.

I cranked the volume down a notch before my eardrums gave out. “Step one: Posture, posture, posture!” she chirped. “A lady always stands tall and proud. Shoulders back, head up, and make sure to maintain a soft, elegant demeanor.” I sat up straight and adjusted my shoulders. “Okay, not too hard,” I mumbled, mimicking her movements. “Tall, proud, and elegant. Got it.” The video continued. “Step two: Smile warmly. A soft smile can light up any room!” I plastered a smile on my face, glancing at the mirror. It looked more like a grimace. “Warm smile, huh? More like deranged psychopath,” I muttered.

' I tell her hoping she'll cooperate with me. 'Of course Princess, I'm at your service.'

She has done more running than she could ever remember doing in the whole of her existence, perhaps it was time to stop running from the inevitable and finally give up. “ hello princess “ she looked up to meet the river blue eyes of the high duke , he was here , death was finally here. “ high duke ” she acknowledged, maintaining her regal posture, even though she was a fallen and ridiculed princess she was still a princess no doubt. The high duke smiled.

“A masque is a masque. Alaric. My King is holding it. It’s nothing to do with me. I didn’t ask him to invite the man.” “But you knew it was in his honor and failed to mention it.” He followed me down the stairs. Speaking in a low enough voice, others couldn’t hear us. I didn’t deny that. “Least you’re not bothering to play at ignorance.” “I usually don’t.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Increasing my pace. Alaric’s lips twitched in contempt. He tilted his head dangerously. “Where are you off to in such a hurry, Princess?” “Queen.” I corrected. Voice raising in outrage that he refused to acknowledge my title.

But when I thought I managed to catch a little rest, they change my heels into a different one but only an inch shorter. "Very well now, walk out of this room and down the grand staircase," the head maid commanded like I was some kind of princess about to be presented to the royal court. Yeah, because that's exactly what I'm going for right now, right? 'Grace Blackwood, the clumsy, disgruntled princess. Ha.' I couldn't even muster up a sarcastic comment because I knew she wouldn't be the one laughing. But then, she decided to kick it up a notch.