Romans & histoires Pampered Princess

The kind that seeps into your marrow. I almost giggled. What a stereotype. The mistress gets food tossed in her face in a fancy restaurant. I mean, Jesus — was this a bad soap opera? I looked in the mirror. My eyes were puffy. My complexion was blotchy. And all I could do was wonder how stupid I'd been to believe I ever belonged in that kind of life, sitting opposite Creed with gold-plated menus and lilac drinks. As if I were some kind of princess instead of an imposter in a red dress and too-good-to-be-true makeup.

Larissa confidently replied, "Haven't you been helping me change these past two days? I've become quite accustomed to this 'hand-and-foot' pampering. It's you who spoiled me, so you should take responsibility." Ambrose reflected on her words, thinking, "She's making a lot of sense," and found himself speechless in response. Faced with Mr. Hamilton's total surrender to Larissa's desires, the only option was to pamper her endlessly! Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, Ambrose's ears were blushing as he assisted Larissa in changing her pajamas. Larissa's pajamas had a hood with fluffy material and two long pink bunny ears, which were undeniably charming.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

she reasoned with him. "Love, four maidservants are assigned solely to attend to you meaning they don't have any other work besides aiding you." he hugged her from the back. "But I don't like the idea that they are going to bath me and dress me." she said "What's wrong with that, you are the wife of a prince. You are my princess of course you should be pampered." he said as he leaned his chin on her shoulder. "Please Amaro, don't let them bathe and dress me. I feel awkward about it." she pleaded.

As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act. Luna Luxe, the Spoiled Princess, was real and her Daddy was waiting to collect his royalty.

One by one, nobles approach to bow and greet him. Soon the hall falls noticeably quieter. Princess Diana arrives. She is breathtakingly beautiful, her long golden hair cascading down her back in loose waves. Her moon-white gown sparkles like stars, hugging her curves. Every movement she makes is elegant, practiced perfection. As Damien's official consort, she walks confidently to his side. She smiles gracefully before taking the seat prepared beside him. Many whisper that they truly look like the perfect royal couple, a picture of power and beauty. Earlier that evening, inside Harris's room, the Prince nervously begs Aiden. "Please, Aiden, come with me tonight."

Damain turned to look at her and his eyes moved up and down her body. He walked towards her and held her hand. You look beautiful. He whispered in her ear. Damain took her to meet Enzo who had a smile on his face. “This is the crown prince Enzo,” Damian said to her. Althea bowed her head to show respect “Hello prince Exo, nice to meet you” Enzo smiled “It's nice to finally meet you Baroness, the Baron has said a lot about you, one of which is that you are very beautiful which I now see is very true” he said.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.