Romans & histoires Prince Princess

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."

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.

My breath hitched in my throat and that moment, only one thing echoed in my head. "My prince charming"

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome, the arrival of His Royal Highness, Prince of Burkese, Duke of Winterbourn, Prince Isodore. Her Royal Highness, Duchess of Burkese, Princess Aimrose.” With respect, the guests stepped aside for the arrival of the Prince and Princess. They looked regal. The Prince was in a sharp dress in a royal uniform with his medals of honor pinned on his chest with Royal Family Order sash over his shoulder. The Princess was drop-dead gorgeous, making me starstruck in her black floor-length gown. I followed when everyone applauded as the Prince and Princess were about to pass by the isle. I was so drawn that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Something about her aura

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know" his eyes widened while drawing a victory smile " oh man why you didn't tell me earlier, your highness "he grabbed me while putting me behind his tall back , protecting me apparently. like I needed protection.... " so let get me this straight , you , adam gonna attack me ,I am gonna dodge it easily , take your sword and throw you at you friend who i don't know his name only by one hand , my left one , to hit his hand and sticking it to that tree , jump at you the second who I don't know his name too , and yeah you chief , my greetings, give you 2 hmm no 3 punches and will not cut your throat f

"Today is the day that my children will unveil themselves in front of us. The long-awaited appearance of my son, the newly crowned Alpha King will reveal himself here along with my two daughters, the Crown Princess Cassandra and Princess Cherish." I chuckled mentally when I heard the name of Crown Princess Cassandra. She has the same name as our Luna Casey of Dark Soul Pack. "Behold! Princess of Oak Plain, Cherish Ylea!" A loud gasp roared in the row of military personnel. My eyes widened upon the second daughter and Princess of Oakplain passed by me. On my peripheral vision, she was wearing a military uniform. When I looked up and saw who she was, I couldn't help but have the same expressio

Without warning, he stops beside the bed, getting down on one knee and bowing his head towards me. "Welcome home, my Princess." The air in the room became thin and I find it growing harder to breath. This man must have the wrong girl as I was not Royalty. Everyone knows that the rebellion killed the King and Queen fourteen years ago and that their daughter, the Lost Princess, has been missing for all these years. The Princess has another eight to appear before the Regent and his family can assume the title of the next Royal Family.

She was about four years old and was still quite innocent, but she had been taught proper manners and didn't fuss. Penelope also had a daughter, the eldest princess, who was three months older than Sylvia's girl. Grace had a son, the second prince, who was only two years old. The second prince was chubby, running with a wobbly gait. Victoria took a great liking to him, holding him close and giving him a few affectionate kisses before turning to Carissa. "You should hold him too. May you give birth to a plump little one next year." Carissa looked at the pudgy child and smiled as she extended her arms. "Your Highness, may I hold you?"

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"