Princesa Valiente นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Your Highness!" Isaac raised his hands in surrender as an intense ball of flame was hurled at him. And just like that, Prince Valerie came close to murdering someone else again, thankfully, the figure leaped away in a timely fashion. Only stopping short when the figure addressed him by his title.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

, She shouted and hugged Aurora tightly. "Oh My God! Char, you're strangling me." "Oops! Sorry." Her stomach grumbled. "Hunger!" "Let's bake those cookies." "Okay", she said and picked up her phone. "Aurora?" "Yes?", She said still mixing the dough. "Do you know The Crown Prince of Valtoria, Prince Zuerien?" "Who is that?", Aurora asked squeezing her nose. Charlotte face pamled herself. "Do you live in a cave?" "I think so."

“This is about the future of this kingdom. About the King’s heart. The girl is not just a servant. She is his mate. And if anything happens to her, if Seraphina or one of her cronies gets to her, the King will burn this world to the ground to avenge her. We cannot let that happen. We will not let that happen.” Valen looked at the Princess, his expression a mixture of surprise and grudging respect. He had underestimated her. She was not just a pawn in the game. She was a player, a strategist, a queen in her own right. “What do you want me to do?” Valen asked, his voice a low, reluctant question.

"There are so many palaces here." "You're right, but the others are not that well known. Only Stalwart, Valiant, and Paradise Castle are the most famous in our country." "What is the characteristic of Valiant Castle?" His face became serious. "The palace with many soldiers, Valiant Castle, is brave and does not back down in battle. They are the ones who are ruthless when it comes to the enemy. So as much as possible, others choose to be friends with King Cyrus rather than be his enemies. "

"You... you would have gotten arrested if he died." I stared at her, my chest tightening. She'd thrown herself in front of a bullet because it was her job at that moment to keep the prince alive. To keep me out of jail. It made me wonder who she really was. Valencia Nightingale of Heledir. A princess who was willing to die for the prince of a kingdom who had conquered hers. A kingdom who stole their military secrets and used it to annihilate the royal family. Leaving just her alive. With barely a fragment of her former status—degraded to nothing but a hostage princess to a Prime Minister.

“I am sorry if you don’t like violence. If it scares you, my sweet. But I won’t apologize for my choice to protect you… or anyone I care about, in my own way.” “But now people will shame you because you are a Prince and you fought them because of me.” I smiled at her frowning face. “You forgot an important detail, Valeria. I am a Prince of Azmia, I would like to see them try to shame me.” She sighed, mumbling, “So arrogant.” I eyed the dark red streaks of her hair. “You would catch cold with your hair damp. Here, let me pat them dry for you.” Before Valeria could protest, I stood up to bring another clean towel. I didn’t want her to get sick.

“Princess Catherina. The outer barns are running low on grass feed. The traders haven’t brought more from the eastern glades.” “Then send someone tomorrow,” she said, tilting her head ever so slightly. For a heartbeat, her gaze flicked over Valia, and the sudden weight of it made Valia stiffen, forcing her eyes downward. But the princess only frowned. “You’re new.” “Yes, milady,” Valia mumbled, roughening her voice. “A temporary hand.” “Hmm.” The princess’s eyes stayed on Valia a little too long, piercing and unsettling, like a thorn pressed against her ribs, as if the she could see through the crafted layer of her disguise. Then, almost casually, Catherina turned away.

The princes and princesses entered one by one, goddamn they entered the small door at the same time hahaha. The prince who helped Kali came in first, followed by a young woman with a wide smile, followed by a man with a serious face who looked like the woman behind him, followed by a tall woman with a small height who looked like the man before next to him, the man who was beaten by Kuya Lucian hahaha full of bruises ampota hahah that's right for him hahaha, next to him is the very beautiful woman, I think it's the famous Princess Guenevere of Republica de Agua and when the last one entered with them my world suddenly stopped, all the bad thoughts came back to my mind, that's why...

she said with a stoic face as usual though there were emotions playing around in her eyes. She paused for a short while, then she continued. "Do you, Prince Alexander Morgan promise to protect, respect, and honor your Kingdom?" Alexander's mother said while looking down at him. "Yes, I solemnly promise," he responded sincerely. "Do you, Princess Valentina Morgan promise to protect, respect, and honor your Kingdom?" "Yes, I solemnly promise," Valentina said. Matilda turned her body to pick up Alexander's crown, then she turned back and slowly placed it on his head as he closed his eyes.