No Place For The Fake Princess 소설 & 이야기

the young man finally deigned to ask, curiosity coloring his words. The story-teller grimaced, “By right and law, yes… but not everyone here takes her title seriously. In fact, there were rumors that the Princess we have right now is a fake.” “A… fake?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued, the rumors here are getting wilder than the last; it was fascinating in a morbid sort of way, “What does that supposed to mean?” “Exactly what it means, lad.” One of the older men lowered his drink to level him with red-tinged, tired eyes, “Aye, that the Princess had been corrupted by evil long ago, before she was even born… that a demon had taken refuge inside her body.”

It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched. “In order to obtain something, one must sacrifice something.” Raine spoke. Yris nodded in agreement. “Yes.” He muttered. “The princess Alf wanted to earn everyone’s true respect and undying loyalty, especially since she is a woman who everyone looks down upon. So, she left the kingdom of Elhasa and began her journey to make achievements.” He said and looked at Raine. “She conquered lands without shedding blood. Instead, she also conquered the hearts of the people, that is through protecting them from the demons that plagued the land.” He told Raine.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

I looked at her sharply as I walked. If the sharp look was just deadly, we are both suffering now because no one wants to be defeated by the bad look. What is Haya Kaira doing here? "So, it's true," she began as it stopped in front of me. She did not let the two servants to be with her. I remained standing and bravely faced her. "You are indeed Princess Amity hiding behind the persona of Zariya in the Kingdom of Norland. You are the deceitful Princess."

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

Rhae chuckled to herself. "I just came here to-" He paused, realising he couldn't disclose that he came here to check on how she was doing. That he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how gorgeous she was. "I came here to brief you on your next assignment as plans have changed. The Princess has gone missing, and we can use this to our advantage. Spies have reported the King has turned into a madman, there is little chance you can seduce him with his daughter missing as well. So your task is to find the Princess, return her to the king as a member of the Amiran guild and convince him to host a celebration ball of his daughter's return. Then at the party, you will convince him to marry you

Girls always starve for my attention. I watched Ms. Croven as she bought her food. She wears a yellow shirt tucked in her denim blue skirts. She dressed simply, but her looks still scream beauty. Oh, there’s no denying it, she’s definitely beautiful. The long black hair bounced freely on her shoulder as she laughed with the cafeteria vendor. Her eyes are narrowing a bit as she does so. Her eyes look tired, but it still shines brightly when she speaks with people she likes. She never laughed with me like that, but I do not care because I don’t have hidden feelings for her. I am just doing my duty as her secret bodyguard who is disguised as her fiancé. I heaved a sigh, I guarantee that there’s

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

"Whatever the lady... sorry... whatever the Princess wants." THE END