Monologues From The Princess Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had argued with Theodore, and this could well be some kind of punishment awaiting me. As we approached, the carriage door opened, and Isabella Montague stepped out wearing a black robe. The sun was high in the sky, and the sight of that young noblewoman trying to hide in broad daylight in a black robe and stepping out of an extravagant carriage was comical. She made a simple curtsy, without correctly greeting me. "Princess, I would like to exchange a few words with you." Her authoritative tone irritated me, I didn't answer her, I just turned my back and walked towards the front door. "Princess?" she called out, and I looked over my shoulder at the top of the stairs.

She lifted her summoning hand and the Mogul rose in the air before her. “Say the words. Say them!” the Princess screamed at the Mogul. He stared at her, confused, “Save your brother, save him,” she said and this time her voice ended with a sob, “He cannot go back. He cannot.” She released the Mogul and he landed on his feet, staggering but staying upright. He tried to say something, but the Princess pinched the fingers of one hand together even as she wiped her tears with the other. The Mogul’s mouth clamped shut. The Princess stared fixedly at him as she mouthed silent words.

Viktor pronounced warmly, the chapel echoing applause. "And with this ring and all my soul, I again take and cherish you as my beloved husband and king," Amy repeated softly.

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.

She wondered if animals can be affected with dark ancient spells too; if they were also subjected to forgetfulness. Just as the tribe princess’ mind fled to those moments on her land in Zagreb, the door of her chamber opened, revealing Prince Woon with a tray on his hand. She bolted up as he placed it on the table across her bed. “I felt terribly sorry that ye have to dine alone…I still canst-,”

CAMILLA I blinked my eyes as I looked at the prince in shock. Did he just ask me to get married to him? "Are you ....drunk your Highness?" I asked him. That was the only explanation I could think of for this. He had to be drunk. Adrian looked at me like I was crazy. "What?!" He asked me. "I think you may be drunk Your Highness. It's late and I think you should go to bed.... tomorrow....you'll realize that you just made a mistake" I said.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

He ends the call and abruptly swings around. “Next time, Princess make yourself known. Don’t lurk in the fucking shadows. No Princess of mine lurks in the fucking shadows.”

Before I can protest, she dashes over to a velvet chair, shoving Kevin into it. “You’re the monster,” she announces, “but don’t worry, only a kiss from the princess can turn you into a handsome prince!” Kevin groans dramatically, flopping back into the chair. “This is humiliating.” Brianna claps her hands and spins me toward him. “Come on, princess! Save the kingdom!” I glance at Kevin, who’s trying and failing to look menacing, and I can’t stop the laugh bubbling out of me. “Alright, monster,” I say, stepping closer, “prepare to be saved.”