Princesa Valiente Novels & Stories

There was an air of elegance and attitude in her which doesn't make her less then these royals. Sylvian turned back to me, a knowing look in his eyes. "She's the Lady of House Valeria," he replied in a hushed tone. "Princess Salena, to be precise." My heart skipped a beat upon hearing her name. Princess Salena, a member of one of the most powerful and influential houses in the kingdom. What could she possibly be doing here, and why was Sylvian looking so cautious? "Is she looking for someone?" I inquired, trying to decipher her intentions.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

“Marco Vitale, you really are despicable!” I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist midair, his grip firm, unyielding. “My principessa,” he whispered, softening his voice like velvet wrapping a blade, “just hear me out.” I narrowed my eyes, breath ragged. “…Fine. Talk.”

Joan Coachman threw her at his feet and said, "It is disgraceful to watch a couple being intimate and yet here the princess is doing such actions." Princess Blanche whipped her head around and glared at her, she did not recognise the woman who threw her down and yelled, "Who the hell are you to do what you want with me?" Joan Coachman stared down at her and said, "You are in the second prince's estate and committing a crime, you should be lucky that I am letting you leave or else we'd have His Majesty the King deal with you." Princess Blanche stood up angry and glared at Joan Coachman who couldn't be bothered.

My Prince in shining armour~ I giggle and quickly run toward the stairway. As I am about to go downstairs, I hear Winter's annoyed voice complaining about me leaving her. But I ignore her and almost fly downstairs and leave from the entrance of the palace doors, past the guards to welcome Prince Patrick. He gets down from his snowy white horse, but he doesn't see me. Instead, he rebalances the sword on his back (hip) and gives a gentle pat to his horse. A guard comes and takes the horse from there, and finally, he sees me.

He couldn't let his little princess belong to anyone else. He had to get her back. Even if he had to tear the world apart.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”