Prince Princess Novels & Stories

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

The prince walked quickly, turning right into the hallway as she saw him. “Oh, no! His perfume still lingers. He is quite handsome, so it is not surprising that he is linked to several women, celebrities, and even royals. But he has a girlfriend, the Princess of Spain." Marie's thoughts were on Prince and for a moment she daydreamed of him.

He thundered and Princess Lahore paused, scoffing silently, Prince Henkel scoffed, ruffling his dyed green hair. "What's wrong with the dress Father?" He asked, glancing at his sister who secretly thanked him for supporting her - Prince Henkel is the first prince, first child of Luna Luciana. Princess Lahore catwalked, turning around for everyone to see; the bum short revealed parts of the two sides of her non fleshy buttocks as she shared them that the king had to shift his face sideways, who is this girl becoming?

You know that uneasy feeling you get when something big is about to happen? I was getting that feeling now. Alyana and I looked at each other when we were interrupted by another female voice that we weren’t familiar with. “Princess,” she called out, “Everything has been updated, and the principal is waiting for you.” “Princess?” Alyana asked. “Yes, Princess, Brianna Althea Davenport, Princess of Norrustra.” Alyana and I turned our heads so fast we thought our necks would break as we looked at Brie.

Augustus clapped. "I am Queen Indira, mother of Prince Malcolm and Princess Nefertiti," she pointed at her children respectively. "I am Princess Nefertiti," she smiled at Isabelle who smiled back. They looked like they were age mates. "I am Prince Malcolm," the haughty figure beside Adrian said. He was looking at Isabelle weirdly. He looked hungry. "And this is my wife, Princess Philippa." "Princess Isabelle," Fredrick called with a subtle smile. "We have met but I would like to introduce my wife to you. This is Princess Victoria," he introduced.

"Now we must go for a walk at the garden. You also need physical activity like this, Princess." "Hmph, I don't want to." "Princess!" "My, my... what do we have here?" Then someone suddenly stole Louie and Mary's attention. "Greetings to the wife of the third Prince, Princess Lianne Ronnenburgh-Heilsonne."

My princess. “Primus Thelonius Majere, Prince of Luxandra, and Carnelia Majere, Princess Consort of Luxandra, you may now claim each other, united as one.” As our lips touch, nothing else matters. Not the past nor the battles ahead. In this one perfect moment, it is only us.

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."