No Place For The Fake Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I made no such promise! I never promised you anything!” “I am told that you’re not the real princess,” he said. “You’re a fraud. You have used the power of magic to conceal your real face.” “That is ridiculous!” she said and scoffed. “I am the real princess. I am the one who has power over that kingdom. I would never give it to you, that’s for sure!” “Really?” he asked. “There is someone who wants to prove to you otherwise. She is with me, and she will quickly show us whether you are yelling the truth or not.”

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes and tah her affection as *fake* I faked a smile "Thank you so much for worrying about me. I feel so loved." I narrowed my eyes on her, maintain my perfect smile. I'm afraid my lips might end up getting torn. "I would like to also say a word." Princess Sophia says, hitting her wine glass with a spoon. Why am I not surprised that Sophia also wants to give a speech. Princess Sophia and princess crystal they are both what I would call, mortal enemies. They always try to outwit each other.

However today was not the right day; I was in the worst mood ever. I looked at his annoying gesture as he walked towards me "I am the faithful knight in armor to serve you my princess" He even spoke in a fake voice I know I might stab him someday or simply hope on fate to take care of making him choke on his own breath for calling me his princess again. I faked a smile, "I'm not a princess " I added drily, but he never relents he was too clingy and too proximate for my liking. "You're the most beautiful princess ever and I am an honored knight being at your service "

one of the four trappers said. “What princess?” I asked, still not getting the gist. “The only princess I know of is the princess of Vinia!” The leader was starting to get irritated. I quickly remembered that the attendant had explained that everything I'd be seeing in here would only be illusions, therefore, none of these are real! I looked down at my body and saw that I was wearing a black dress that brought out my curves. I was far too shaped than I remembered. I then shut my eyes to examine my appearance with my spiritual sense.

princess:- the ring you give me, tell me about you, I am just here to told you that, I got another offer for singing and I couldn't come with me now, I am going now, you don't have to come to my show. ariel:- please listen to me, no I don't have anything to tell you, all the things you saw are real and I am not going to lie. then the princess goes to the host place, she looked depressed, the manager comes to her and give her information about her next performance. she hides her emotion in front of everyone she looks strong.

Nor now nor ever. There was no place for emotions in their fake relationship and there should be no blurred lines between...

-"Keeping a shield 24/7 must be exhausting. No wonder you cannot use your powers, even if your life depends on it. If you want the answers you seek, you must drop the shield and let me verify you are not a threat." -"Bravo!" I giggle. "You got me, Connor. I am this kingdom's lost princess, seeking to claim what is rightfully mine by birthright." His expression pales. I cannot believe he believes in this silly cliche villain story I just made up. "Wow, really? I am no spy or threat. You don't need to read my mind to know it. You can simply ask. Now, mocking me for the lack of ability to control my powers, that inconsiderate. While you grew up among people of the same kind, I didn't."

"How old was she when she made her first million?" "What seafood is she allergic to?" The fake princess couldn't answer a single one. She looked desperately at Matthew. But Matthew was already paralyzed with fear, hiding behind the crowd like a coward. He didn't dare make a peep. With no other choice, she guessed. "My favorite color is blue. Eighteen. And I'm not allergic to any seafood!" A twisted smile crept onto the Don’s face. Thinking she had passed the test, the fake princess was about to sigh in relief when the Don roared at the top of his lungs.

Her eyes darted around the room. Confusion flooding her expression. “This… this isn’t…” Not a costume party. Not even close. Her stomach twisted violently. She lied... Where is Valeria? A bright light hit her face at that moment. She flinched. Another flash followed. And another. Phones. They were pulling out their phones. Taking pictures. Recording. “Oh my God—look at her!” “Is she serious right now?” “Who told her this was a costume party?!” Laughter erupted again.

What we had worked because it lived in the space between real and imagined, because it gave both of us something safe to hold on to without risking what waited outside of it. Still… I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, someday, I’d need to be there. Just once. Just to know she was breathing and whole. My phone buzzed again. Not her just a reminder for a fitting for a suit for tonight’s gala. I rolled my eyes; I didn’t like the stuffy suits and networking with people who wanted to upstage the next. It wasn’t about charity or donating to the less fortunate, it was about showing off how much money they had. My father hated it even more than I did. He hated how fake everyone was. Just anothe