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The other ladies-in-waiting quickly ran to help. These young ladies were not much older than Emma. They were known as the Princess’s attendants, but they weren’t loyal friends. They were careful not to get too close to the Seventh Princess or treat her as an equal. They also couldn’t consider themselves as loyal friends. However, seeing the Seventh Princess using her dress as a pouch to gather mushrooms and stumbling over her struggling appearance, they couldn’t help but become more intimate. One girl sang a folk song from her hometown. When Emma looked at the others, she could see the genuine sense of camaraderie among them. At this moment, the Seventh Princess’s attention shifted to anothe

I folded my arms and nodded. “ Erm... If the both of you men are done with your narcissist attitude could you both excuse me. A princess needs to see her face in the mirror before heading to bed,” Chloe said with her back straightened and her shoulders held high. She was in her princess mode. She picked up a stool and climbed on it as she was too short to ever reach the point in which she could see herself. I wasn't in a different category though. “ Pfft, princesses don't exist unless of course in countries like Britain and Morocco but even then, it's of no use in today's world,” I broke the news to her.

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

that I have provoked not that long ago… By the way, the princess was one of those that bathed in the bird’s “heavenly rain”… if I recall she fainted the moment it led on her head, that sure was quite the sight to see (chuckle). This salon is probably to bury that “horrible” memory and show people that the princess is dignified and that she will honor one of her titles as the “The Princess in the garden”. After all… she does have access to “that” power… just like me. Alright… let’s go, to the battlefield!

“A prince, You need to be strong and brave, To know, and be of many things, must Love, and dream big must be kind and loyal, To all who trust him with their lives, And so must a princess be, It must grow, And learn, explore and fight. Must be, Braver than any other man. More beautiful and virtuous than all the ladies. Even so, Don't worry, I will always be by your side. I promise you. I will help you and save you from any trouble. I will be, Always by your side, even if distant.

Amber POV. Being a princess is fun, you get to wear dresses, and a tiara, go to parties and dance all you want, that's what I thought growing up being a princess means. But now that years have passed and I was under the pressure of being a princess, the pressure of ruling a whole species, I'm not just any princess, I'm the princess of the dragons, I'm a dragon myself.

' 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.

Ashton said. "Are you saying that…" Maya blushed at being teased by Ashton. She was already embarrassed enough and yet he was still making fun of her! "No princess, I didn't mean anything," Ashton said, grabbing the pillow that had been thrown at him. "And you should stop calling me princess already," Maya said. It felt weird for someone to call her a princess when she had been a slave somewhere else. "But you are my princess." "Just call me by my name." "What about babe, baby, honey, honeypie, darling, sweetheart….."

Just the not to pleasant and kind princesses. Natalie gives me a good look, sizing me from head to toe. "It is nice. But do you really want to be in an evil princess dress at a party? Movement surely won't be easy." Hmm. She does have a point. I don't even know what I want. "I'd love a dress. Maybe something less ballgown-y and more," I pause, trying to think of a word to use. What evil Disney villain can a middle aged woman know? "Maleficent and Eris." I mixed a combo of DreamWorks's Eris. "But way different." I say. "I can go through P*******t to show you the characters if you'd like."

*Alexis* What just happened? Did I really grant him the opportunity to touch me? Even though his hands were working my clit so good, I couldn't give in. He called me princess. Who the fuck he thinks he is talking to? I'm no princess never was never will be. The word princess just was something that really had a bad effect on me due to past events. Princess That's when all the memories flashed back....