Prince's Daughters Name Novels & Stories

he complimented to receive a courtesy from her. "I'm happy you're pleased, father" she gave a curt smile. Without another word, the king took his daughter hand and followed closely by Eliza, walked in the direction of the throne room. Trumpets were blown, their sounds echoing in the castle. "Ladies and gentlemen, Lords and nobilities, I present to you, Our ruler—King Jodar Evoroy White and his royal daughters; High Princess, Eliza betha White and Princess Arianna Lea White" the herald announced and everyone bowed.

"Will I see you again?" "I am Princess Linda daughter of Goddess Amphitrite. My sister on the left is Antonia our last born and the other is Jenny my immediate younger sister." "Wow, well I am Prince Lucas son of King Lancelot. King of the kingdom of the spirits of victory the land you stand on." "Isn't this interesting? I never knew you were a prince." "Just as I never knew you were a princess. So are we seeing again?" "Your father has the palace you showed us earlier?"

When her father saw that she looked unconvinced, he just laughed it off and planted a kiss on her hair. ×××× As the pair of father and daughter were having fun, the situation inside the Toen's Imperial Palace was intense. Not only with the problem that the Second Imperial Prince Lincoln gave upon his abrupt return but also with the sudden proposition of Khalil–to give Minerva the title of Princess Royal. "Your Majesty, we understood that you wanted to give Princess Minerva the title of Princess Royal as she was the Holy Maiden's daughter. But she was not even a resident of the Toen! She lived in the Azenla Empire together with her father, the Duke of Ivrea."

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

Princess Meliora. I read their names. I am assigned to wash their beautiful and thick clothes. They are the children of the three siblings of our pack's Luna Cordelia. Our pack is ruled by the Hastings hierarchy, and our pack is named after their surname, the Hastings pack. All the Hastings are already considered royalty. Our Alpha, named Alpha Archibald, is the true Hastings, and he was only married to our Luna. Now, all the family members of the crowned Luna will also be considered royalties. But only their children have the right to inherit the throne, and if they are not fortunate enough to have one, they will choose from the Hastings family only.

One moment his family went on a short trip and another moment…the king is getting married “This day was bound to happen Felicia” But she didn't want to understand, she couldn't care less about what was bound to happen “Owis….it's our daughter we are talking about, she must be heartbroken…aren't yoy worried about how she would take the news” But nothing could be done, this time his daughter had to act mature about this…. there was no stopping this marriage N/B There seemed to be another repetitive name Cora - Princess's name Savannah- The last child of Vin's dynasty

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.

Lillian grins teasingly, pushing up the glasses perched low on the bridge of her nose. It falls back down as soon as she does and I wonder why she even bothers with them, contacts will be so much better. “It’s the same England you’re thinking about. The England which is run by Queen Rosalinda the 5th. Her son is the very same Prince Dave and his second wife is Lady Ronda. Her grandchildren are indeed Prince Kota and Prince Maximilian, the 16-year-old twins. Her favourite, is indeed Prince David whose 15 like us and named after their great grandfather, and Princess Lolita is the last of her grandchildren at age 6. Does that settle your curiosity?” “So, the Queen your sister was talking about

The prince took a quick gulp before reading the letter addressed to my grandfather. “~Father. A lot happened after I fell from grace. I’ve missed you, mother and my siblings dearly over all these years. I want to tell you so many things, but perhaps it’s better if I don’t. Yet, there’s a part of my life I’m not ashamed, but proud to share with you. My daughter, Xanthea~,” the prince looked at me. My feet crushed the forget-me-nots and even though I understood every word the prince said, I really couldn’t see past my anger.

I crossed my fingers, hoping that her next words weren't going to send Storm running. She sighed, " Storm, remember I told you about my late daughter and her mate, and I said I had two children including my late daughter. I mentioned that I now only have a son, that's the crown prince, I wasn't completely honest in my words, I also had another child, a baby girl, she died a few minutes after I gave birth." Queen Claire's voice croaked and she quickly wiped a tear that rolled down her eye.