Prince's Daughters Name Novels & Stories

Jocelyn's gentle grip made Grace unwittingly step into the garden, ending up in a round gazebo with a marble floor surrounded by four small pillars, each supporting statues of angelic children. "Please, have a seat," Jocelyn said. "Th-Thank you," Grace replied, then pressed her lips together. "I am Princess Jocelyn Marigold Pentapore, the youngest daughter of King Lucius Arvi Pentapore and Queen Levicia Pentapore. I am engaged to Prince Adro Alymer Groendez." Jocelyn explained. Then she widened her thin smile. "You seem to be a shy girl. Are you seeking refuge here like the other three princesses?"

She walked barefoot across the cool tiles, her white robe brushing her ankles as she made her way to her daughter’s room. Zephyr was still fast asleep, her little form cocooned beneath a fluffy blanket, soft curls spilling across the pillow like spilled ink. The sight made Emily’s chest ache in the best way. Her daughter was her anchor, the reason she had kept going when life gave her every reason not to.

My daughter hated anyone touching her head. "Yes, she is your majesty" I replied and gestured for Paula to go greet the queen. She went towards her hesitating. "She's beautiful…" She said caressing her face. She has two dimples. Emerald eyes and dark eyebrows. "What's your name dear?" She asked, looking at Paula. "Princess Paula Petersen" the Queen mouthed an 'o'. This daughter of mine liked calling herself princess…just because one day she watched Frozen and wanted me to call her princess.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, and people from far and wide came to witness this remarkable event. The triplets, two boys and a girl, were a sight to behold. They had inherited their parents' striking features—fair hair, piercing blue eyes, and a regal air about them. The eldest of the triplets, Prince Logan, was named after his grandfather, a symbol of the lineage he carried. The second-born, Prince Henry, possessed a mischievous twinkle in his eye, promising a spirited and adventurous nature. And the youngest, Princess Amelia, was as delicate as a flower, her presence captivating all who laid eyes upon her.

“Cayden still living up there then?” I blinked. “If you know he’s with the Priory, then you know he goes by Thefros now.” He nodded, still smiling. “So, taking her to meet the family?” “Not quite.” Oscar leaned back and studied me with too much interest. “What are you going to do when she finds out you’re a prince? That you’ve been dragging her deeper into a world she never asked for?” I stayed quiet, jaw tightening. “What if she doesn’t want to go back with you?” he added, more softly this time. “What if she wants to stay here? Would you give it up, the title, the crown, all of it for her?”

“And his parents want their son to have his crown princess before he’s eighteen. They want you two to start taking proper steps towards ruling.” “And he’s Prince Andrew… Andrew Harrison Brown, prince of Dustrich.” Queen Alyssa added. “Finally, someone mentioned his name. I’m starting to think this prince of mine has no name.” Amelia murmured. This time, her parents heard her murmur but choose to ignore it. “How I hate situations like this! Why can’t I just live like any normal girl would?” Amelia whined and her father laughed. “You are a normal girl, my princess.” “So why do I have to be subjected to an arranged marriage?” she wanted to ask but there was no point in asking. It had been expla

Rose and Christopher looked at each other for a while without saying anything. Rose wanted to keep a low profile for that wouldn't be possible anymore. She had no choice but to talk because she knows that, the press will do everything possible to find out things if she doesn't satisfy their curiosity. "To tell everyone the truth, My name is Rose. Our daughter's name is Princess. I didn't want to appear before everybody because I want a private life for me and my child. I hope we will still get that privacy even after now, thank you!" Rose said.

“It’s just that… we expected her answer to be a godly parent but her answer was even more unexpected.” “Wait a minute, while Kaine may have a point, that actually makes a lot of sense,” Ryle said, evidently in deep thought. “The new Crown Princess is the missing daughter of the previous King and Queen,” he tilted his head. “But that would mean she wouldn’t have a godly parent.” “Are we really going to disregard the fact that you asked her who her ‘godly’ parent is? Is that some sort of metaphor? Are you royalties too?” Alexander asked.

They just face their own business, leaving her to hers, which Caralyn likes. The new king has moved in with his family. His mate died three years ago, and he never took a new mate. But he has three children: two daughters and a son. The first child, Prince Wilson, is a cold and quiet twenty-year-old. He is the same age as Caralyn, but Caralyn is still about a month older than him. The last children are twins, Princess Willow and Princess Wilma. The two girls are two years younger than Caralyn. This means they are the same age as Princess Dora, Caralyn’s stepsister.

"And who would that girl be? you won't know the girl, the girl is a very beautiful, girl" says Maya and she smiled. "she is the daughter of Prince Patrick," says Maya. "you mean Prince Patrick, the chairman of Oriental group of companies," says William Dakova, and she dropped his phone on the table, and he called his wife's attention to what had happened between them.