Prince's Daughters Name Novels & Stories

"I'm Selena Campbell, eldest daughter of the Duke of Blackmoor's family. By command of Her Majesty the Queen, I've come to welcome Princess Lilia." The princess beamed. "In that case, I'll call you Lena! From now on, you stick with me. I'll protect you."

Stepping through my front door, the smell of steak, roasted vegetables, and potatoes fills my nose. My stomach growls, and I wonder just what my Princess has cooked up for us. “Is that you, Hunter?” Jessica’s voice calls out, and I freeze, eyes widening. She called me Hunter. Not Uncle Hunter like she has for over a decade, but just Hunter. “Y-yeah, Princess, it’s me.” I call back, stuttering slightly as a grin spreads across my lips.

This news shocked all the kingdoms in the land, including my country, Aseana and all its kingdoms including Baltimore and Ayatullah. "My daughter, Princess Ma.Catherine will be the Duchess of Akazia." my grandfather added. My aunt look at me with shock and a big smile. When I had the chance to seat and have come rest, my secretary came "Your Majesty, your phone has been ringing since this morning. The Queen Mother and Prince Raphael is also calling too." I just hope that this will helped me be accepted by the people in the land. May they accept and permit my relationship with Prince Raphael. I wish that they will become like my aunt.

“Alpha Prince Alcazer Vilkas and his Luna Odette Huntington!” I peer up, staring at Celia’s sister. She is as beautiful if not more than Celia, but she has a haughty look that isn't so different from her sisters’. For the princes, everyone simply lowers their heads politely for a moment, once they ascend, the next prince is announced. “Alpha Prince Jeremiah Vilkas!” I look up curiously, Jeremiah? But he is the fourth prince… “Alpha Prince Ragnar Vilkas!” Luna Danciana has four sons, Chasyn, Alcazer, Jeremia and Ragnar.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

I quickly declined her offer. "Hmm, I heard you being called a princess. From which empire are you?" She asked and walked towards me. "Ignis Hella," I responded. "I'm King Suxx's daughter." "King Suxx has a daughter?" The eldest son of Prince Nicholas inquired. "There's already a princess about my age, great!" He scanned me from tip to toe. "And you're pretty. Father, I think I now found someone who could be perfect as my wife," he exclaimed.

As I stared at the Prince, lost in thought, I almost forgot my manners. - "It is an honor to meet you your Majesty. I am Thetia Kestle, daughter of Duke Hughes Kestle of Duchess Mary Vassethier". - "The pleasure is mine Miss Kestle, I thank you for accepting my invitation. I am Prince Harlan VII Vassethier. I hope with all my heart that you will have a wonderful time this afternoon. But please, sit down".

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?

The others followed suit. The Queen turned to the side, and the young woman in blue dress stepped forward. “This my daughter, the princess.” Hearing that in front of them was the princess, some of the guys felt their breaths hitched in their throat. The girl curtsied. “Pleasure to meet you. My name is Shirlyn Arland Rootwind, Princess of the Aeronvein Kingdom.” “T-The pleasure is ours,” Bara hesitated, blush could be seen covering his cheeks along with some of the guys. It was hard to not blush when a cute girl is right in front of you.

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or think that spelled trouble. “Rowanne, I want you to meet the girls who service our gladiators. Or will do, when they win.” She tittered behind her hand. “The whore in the middle is my daughter, Eithne, and I despair of her sluttish ways. Remind me, my dear, who is the one with the pockmarks?” “Isabel,” she replied, with dignity, “and this is Ava. We are all princesses in our own right.”