No Place For The Fake Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Like you said, you’re the princess, and I’m just…nobody. Why does it matter to you what I do?” “It doesn’t,” Freda snarled, but there – just before she bared her fangs – I’d seen it, I was sure. The briefest of flinches. Like I’d somehow hit the mark. For some reason, the lost Lycan princess herself felt threatened by me. Nadia Nobody, wolfless reject. The realisation didn’t make me feel any better as Freda spun on her heels and stomped away into the woods.

Leaning against the wall, I pull up my phone and smirk when I see the notifications from my bank. Someone had used my card at the Rona close to my house, and I can't help but chuckle. It seems my Princess went out to go shopping instead of ordering everything online like she said she would. Hell, I had a feeling she was going to head out when she asked if I had a truck she could borrow, I just never thought it would be to the nearest home improvement store.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

“I heard about the ceremony tonight. About the princess who returned.” I tilted my head, confused. “Yes…?” She took a deep breath. “That’s why I’m here. To tell the truth.” My stomach dropped. “What truth?” She looked around, then stepped forward boldly. “I am the real lost princess of Blacktail.” My body went rigid. She continued, her voice steady. “You’re a fake. Maybe not intentionally… but this crown does not belong to you.”

Somehow, the Donnelleans had learned of my mission to steal their princess, and they had sent out some imposter as bait. But also delight, because what if it wasn’t a trick? No, you’re right. It had to be a trick. “You can come out from wherever you are. It’s okay. I made sure I wasn’t followed. We’re quite alone.” Definitely something a fake princess would say if she wanted to lure her Far Shore kidnapper into the open so the three hundred guards lying in wait could tackle him to the ground and kill him posthaste and without prejudice. Her shuffling came closer until she must’ve tripped and stumbled across something in her path.

"I'll set the damn palace on fire." Just then, the doors slammed open. Arsh Khan. Fake Anaya. Sharez. All dressed in royal white. Trying to wear dignity like it wasn't soaked in lies. They looked at her. And then at me. And I smiled. Not politely. But the way wolves do when they've cornered prey. "Leaving so soon?" I asked. "I was just telling the real princess how the kingdom belongs to her." Fake Anaya paled i don't even know her fucking real name. Sharez stepped forward.

I said to the fake princess. “Of course I will look like my mom, I’m her daughter, so feel free to admire my beauty,” she said. I looked at her, then smiled fakely. “It has also been awhile since I saw your highness, Prince Lucas,” I said to Lucas. The fake princess clanged her arms on Lucas’ right arm, then smiled at me as if he was her possession. “Have we perhaps met before?” he asked me. “You might not remember it, your highness, but I met you together with Prince Leo, when we were still a kid,” I said without showing any emotions.

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.

One hand on her chest, the other messing her wild, curly hair, that she has pinned up with a golden crown that looks like branches with thorns. “You’ve lost the Princess?! What are we going to tell the King?” Pearl immediately jumps into character, keeping up with the improvised skit. More muffled giggles come from behind Yaya. “Perhaps she was kidnapped by an ugly mud monster! We will have to travel to a distant land, perhaps a different realm, to save the Princess!” Leave it to Daya to turn this into an opportunity to kick some make-believe monster’s ass. “Or maybe she is just hiding in the village? Maybe she is giving food to destitute village people. She is such a kind and giving princes