Other Words For Princess Novels & Stories

Keep your feet on the ground ! « Anyway, just don’t make it difficult for her. Have you heard about what’s new ? » we all look at her confused, and ignorant of what she wants to say, she signs for us to approach and whisper, « I heard that the beauty is going to another kingdom as a merchandise » said the first maid. « Are you stupid ? Since when a person is a merchandise, » I stated. « You don’t know, the princesses here are only for trade, she means that the youngest princess is going as a peace trade. I pity them, they have everything yet nothing, » said the second maid.

“Really? What name have you chosen for our little princess, dear?” The king playfully winked at his queen like an immature young boy. “What do you think of Velda?” The queen chuckled, her eyes squinting with amusement. “Velda. It may sound like a masculine name, but it has a beautiful meaning—regaining lost treasure.” “You’re so thoughtful.” The king laughed heartily. “Our little princess has gone through so much in the outside world, so it’s only right that we give her the best.” Meanwhile, Charlotte was stabbing her knife into her steak even more forcefully. If the princess was brought back here, there would be no place left in the royal family for her.

I didn’t want her to be sad, so I said, "But I could think of a story to tell you." "Really?" She grinned, and I nodded. Taking a moment before I continued, "Once upon a time, there was a little princess called Ariana." "Hey, that’s my name! The princess has my name!" she exclaimed excitedly, and I nodded, "Yes, she does." As I began weaving the tale, I described how Princess Ariana lived in a sparkling castle surrounded by beautiful gardens and friendly animals. She loved exploring the enchanted forest nearby, where magical creatures roamed and adventures awaited at every turn.

"Not the Princess everyone expects you to be. The obedient daughter, the forgiving fiancée and the woman who smiles even when her heart is bleeding." Her crimson eyes glistened. "I want you to become the Princess I was never brave enough to become." Elly couldn't speak. "A Princess who fights for herself." Levara's voice cracked as she swallowed painfully. "A Princess who doesn't forgive people simply because she loves them, a Princess who doesn't sacrifice herself just to keep everyone else happy." Elly stared at her in disbelief as her voice trembled. "So that means...I wasn't dreaming?" Levara said nothing. Elly's breathing became uneven as she looked around the darkness.

“They’ve assigned me as your… attendant.” Attendant. In Bloodthorn, I was the one assigned. “I can get my own food,” I said automatically. Her brows knit. “With respect, my lady—” she winced as the title slipped out “—Princess, you absolutely may not. If the princes hear I let you haul trays around right after a Moon‑test, they’ll have my head.” Princess. The word made my stomach flip. “I’m not—” I started. She stared at me.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

“ No, Princess. ” “ Princess. ” She grins, pointing to herself before pointing her finger to me. “ you are a Pretty Princess. ” “ You think I am Pretty? ” Abandoning the required noble posture, I crouch down to be at eye level. Celia’s lips form an O when she sees me from close. Her head moves up and down hurriedly. “ Pretty Princess. ” “ Then I will call you Baby Princess. Is that fine? ” I smile genuinely. She reminds me of myself but she has it worse. It’s surreal how Princesses in all Kingdoms seem to share a similar fate to some extent.

“They say he walks like a lion but speaks like a sage.” “I heard the moon dims itself out of envy.” “Do you know what they said in Kesariya? That his eyes alone can undo a woman.” “He is carved by the gods, surely.” Among the glittering assembly, princesses from bordering kingdoms adjusted their pleats and posture. Some batted lashes, others recited lines they had thought of in advance, all hoping for one glance. Even the noblewomen and daughters alike, painted their lips in silence, willing fate to find them.

The sun's light illustrated the princess's breathtaking features, such as her amethyst eyes, porcelain skin, and pink rosy lips. In terms of height, the princess was taller than Maria. Her very posture was perfect as she wore a lavender corset-inspired blouse with frills. Adorning the middle of her chest was a line of gold buttons with a light green band-like cloth worn around her waist, decorated with pastel flower designs.

For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows. “I was hoping we might venture beyond the palace walls today, Princess,” Caius continued, his gaze gentle. “I know a rather quaint fragrance store in the city, one that captures the very essence of Equedore’s blooming flora. Would you be amenable?” A hesitant smile touched my lips. A day away from the oppressive grandeur of the palace, a chance to experience something normal, felt like a breath of fresh air. “That sounds… lovely, Prince Caius.”