Once Upon A Time A Princess Novels & Stories

It was the time Freya had plucked the pawpaw from the tree and smashed it against a stone. She was busy going at the pawpaw hungrily as they snuck up on her. Before she could realize what was going on, they had surrounded her and fear gripped her. She was scanning the environment, looking for the perfect place to escape when they all bowed in front of her. “My Princess” they saluted and the pawpaw dropped to the floor. What was this sudden homage? What are they talking about? She is a princess?. She blinked several times and slowly stood to her feet. “I think you have gotten the wrong person, I am not the princess, what are you talking about?” she remarked as she slowly moved back when she s

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

And Vincent had no idea about any of it. God damn it. I had to tell Vincent. It was too important not to. Especially considering his role as the packs’ regent. No matter how hurt I felt, I couldn’t leave him in the dark about this. “There’s one more thing, actually,” I said awkwardly, pivoting back towards his desk. Vincent looked up with a hopeful little spark in his eyes, which I refused to find endearing. “It’s about the lost princess. They found her. She’s here at Fenris Hall right now.”

' He tells me with a smirk. And that was how my suffering began. I became a maid in a palace where I used to be a princess. A soft yet painful chuckle escaped my lips as I approached the pack brothers. I had been living in the pack now for two years as a maid, with no food nor shelter.

"Can I become a real princess that lives in a big castle?" "You don't have to live in a castle to become a real princess." "What do I have to do, then?" "If you care about other people and you are bold, then you are a princess." Aurora smiled. "I love you, mummy." "I love you, too. Aurora?" "Yes, mummy." "I want you to know that I will always be with you. If not physically know that I will forever be in your heart." "Are you going somewhere, mummy?"

"Okay well, you were sent away from your real family for protection during a war in the realm. The faeries made it through our wards. Which still now we have no idea how they did so. But anyhow, they made it through and headed straight for the palace killing any who came in the way. We already had emergency plans in place if anything would even happen and good thing we did." "So, my parents were the King and Queen, making me a princess?" "Yes, cor meum, that is correct. And they love you so much they were willling to part with you to save your life. They knew you would be safe leaving and made sure you were not to be found until it was time to retrieve you." "Which when I was sixteen?" "Corr

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His eyes were dancing with mischief. Abigail again lifted her head, “What about them?” “Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess.” “And then?” he smiled when Abigail mimicked their daughters. “This beautiful princess was kind, passionate and everything a prince could ask for.” “And then?” “Then one day this prince saw her somewhere. Perhaps at a Diner?” “And then.”

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."