My Fair Princess Novels & Stories

"Yes sir. We had hoped that you had gotten King Frolthac's message about our search." "We got a message, but . . . Owh! That's it!" The King was reacting to being nailed in the back by his wife, and the two of them began to scuffle, poking, punching, kicking, and pulling hair like it was going out of style. While they scuffled, a new faerie floated over, flanked by two guards. It was a young woman wearing a tiara, and she was possibly possible the cutest woman that Shamira had seen in a long time. She had a slight bit more flesh to her than other faeries, but she could hardly be considered overweight. She just looked . . . soft. And touchable. And if she were human-sized, those breasts would

"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.

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

The man pointed. "Yes," Zania followed his line of sight and noticed the fairy floss stall he was talking about. Just like how she had seen in the girl's hands, there were balls of fluffy cotton being prepared in front of her. Amazed by the new discovery, Zaina inched closer to see how it was being prepared. The stall owner noticed Zaina's keen eyes. "Do you want one, my Lady?" Zania nodded, her eyes not leaving the small spinning vessel using which the floss was being prepared. In a matter of seconds, her fairy floss was ready and Zaina took it happily. She reached out to pay only to see the knight handing over a coin to the owner.

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

But she couldn’t even meet my gaze. “That you’re the princess,” I said firmly. She stayed quiet. Her friends kept glancing at her, clearly waiting for a cue. “What if I am?” she finally replied, her voice a strange mix of hesitation and fear. “If you really are, then we need an official announcement. That way, we know how to treat you properly,” I told her. I wasn’t being rude, I was just being honest. “Oh, so now you’re sucking up to her?” one of her friends snapped, trying to provoke me. I ignored her. That wasn’t the point.

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.

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”

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.