My Kingdom For A Princess Novels & Stories

“Again, I pledge my words to thee and my allegiance to thine kingdom, are not I? My daughter is fine-,” “Your daughter is coming with us.” The prince rudely cut off the king, making an agitations among the tribal warriors. However, the old king raised his hand to them to let it low. “Peace shall I gave to thine kingdom, prince of Romania but I shall not hand my daughter back to the pack of wolves ready to tear her apart.” The prince held his ground, stared at the king so disrespectfully before speaking up. “Your daughter is of no significance and brought ugliness to our honorable bloodlines yet no matter how many epistles this tribe would send us, the princess could not be freed from th

Princess:- don't talk to me or you die, this is my order to leave me alone. me:- my princess you talk so much, you are hurting my heart. then I will hold her and fight, everyone who comes in my way, I will feed my sword blood and I will run far away from the reach of this kingdom, then I don't care what happens to me, what happens to people who come after me.

I lashed, crossing my arms over my chest. “But you are Ameena, my daughter.” His right hand moved up and gestured for the prince. “This is your older brother, Jareth. You are the crown princess of Foressa, one of the fou—five kingdoms of this realm.” He stressed the word five. I noticed it and also the momentary show of disgust on his face. “Your features, your actions, your character, your essence are without question.” I held my breath. Right about now, I was supposed to burst into a belly-aching laugh because of his outrageous claim, but the seriousness of their faces stopped me from doing so.

her other words were cut off when the king scoffed. "You should understand that I'm very far from desiring any inheritance, princess." "Name your price then." she dared to say, preparing herself into having a one-on-one monologue with her father. If this vampire king wanted power or the kingdom, she'd convince her father to do it. For there won’t be any kingdom at all if the crawlers would reach the mainland and decide to desolate it too with bodies on the street. Maybe it took too long for the vampire king to respond that she spoke again. "We can give you the power and possess half of our kingdom-"

"Leave the rest to us!" "Welcome to my kingdom beautiful magician," said King Abaddon to Charlotte. "I'm certain that you are Charlotte!" Charlotte used her telekinesis power to control herself and fly, facing King Abaddon. "I am Charlotte, the third princess of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth. I am here to reclaim my kingdom and saved my family from your hands. Luckily, my fated man is here and his name is Prince Arthur!" Prince Arthur then summoned his Pegasus and flew to back up Charlotte while his Zodiac warriors were fighting all the werewolves. He drew his Tizona sword and mocked King Abaddon.

********* Back To The Consultation Chamber. When the princess finished her statement, May's mouth slightly opened as she could not believe what she had just from this young lady. She was in the kingdom of the great what? How did she get here? How? Why? Then it began to make sense, the ancient dressing, the sword, the chamber, the guards in armour, the tall buildings, it all made sense now. She was. . . . She was in an ancient Kingdom. This was unbelievable, how. . . Just how on earth did she get here? Princess Ingrid turned to face the King. "My King, i strongly suggest the Roy's oldest daughter to be flogged hundred strokes as it was written as the punishment for anyone who disrespect the r

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

However, this did little to prepare her for when he loosened his grip on the bowstring and the arrow barely missed her by inches. In truth, Ragnar Lothbrok relished tormenting her, and now that he had reasons to, it brought him pleasure beyond anything else. "You asked for me, King Ragnar?" she summoned the courage to speak, though her voice came out weaker than she intended. "Sophie Ealhmunding," he said with a sly smile, mockingly bowing his head. "Princess." Sophie's heart hammered in her chest, and she felt dizzy all of a sudden.

Dorah complained, "I can't hear a thing from here." "Neither can I." "It must be the wind, otherwise, we'd all be able to hear him." Terah frowned, 'Oh, well, as long as we get to see him humiliated.' Jake was smiling at the crowd as he dropped the last sentence. What? The Kingdom has a future King? What about the Prince of Paris? "Young man, who are you? And what is your business with the Kingdom and it's royalty?" One of the men spoke. "Like I said, I'm Jake Larson, and I am to be wed to the Beautiful Princess Dohana."