Princess Age Gaps Novels & Stories

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

Harlyn “Hey, ladies.” She announced as she made her way towards Sophie and I. While I stood where I was wondering how best to act, Sophie ran towards her older sister and hugged her close. I watched them greet each other and felt a pang of jealousy. I shook it off and focused on watching the sisters. They were years apart. If I remember correctly the older princess celebrated her fortieth birthday a couple of months ago so she was at least seventeen years older than the young princess but seeing them like this, they felt so close in age.

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

“She believes Evelyn is being protected. That her boldness, her sudden sway over the people, her immunity to consequence— None of it makes sense unless she has backing.” “What kind of backing?” “The royal kind.” I blinked. “You’re saying the prince is involved?” Immediately, I was remembering Evelyn’s drunken words about the prince. I felt mildly sick as I pushed down the memory. She nodded once. “He’s been moving pieces quietly. Visiting outer territories. Making alliances. It wouldn’t be the first time he sent someone ahead to pave the way.” “That’s a huge leap.” “But not impossible,” she said. “And it would explain why Evelyn acts without fear. Why she digs into things she has no business

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

" All those who didn't raise their hands left the room, confusion on their faces. We had discussed what the King planned on doing, and he felt this was the best way. "Ok, now I have some news that I would like to impart on you." The King said. "You all know of, or have learned about the fact my daughter went missing when she was three months old?" People nodded and listened intently. "Well, it was discovered that she dies 19 years ago. I won't give you the details, as we are still looking into it, but my little Laire grew into a beautiful woman and was blessed with a daughter." There were gasps around the room. "I would like to introduce you to the reason you have been brought here, and the

“In that case, you should have a suitable excuse to brush me off then. Go on, I want to hear it.” Hazel sighed. “Alright, I’m not going to brush you off. Here are my honest thoughts. First things first, you are three years younger than me, and that’s an age gap that I simply cannot accept. You’re young and in the prime of your life while I’m at the age where I should be considering marriage already. I need a family while you just need a relationship, our goals aren’t aligned at all.

The grand chambers of what was once the Lone Star Kingdom’s Royal Palace now echoed with a silence far more oppressive than before. The elaborate tapestries depicting forgotten hunts and triumphs felt like shrouds, the gilded cornices a cruel mockery. Queen Emilia Clarke Holstein, at twenty-seven, found herself adrift in a sea of velvet and brocade, a prisoner in a cage of her own former privilege. Her daughter, Princess Emilia, barely a teenager, was tucked away in her own wing, shielded for now from the crumbling reality around them.

“Do not force yourself, Miss Clara. You will only hurt yourself further more. Sleep and we shall talk later about your state.” Princess Scarlette is the youngest among all the King and Queen’s children. The first was Prince Maxwell, Prince Caspian and Prince Benedict. She was the youngest at the age of fifteen. Princess Scarlette was the least popular out of all the children and siblings for she was the least to inherit the throne and also probably because she was a woman. Even though she is not a close heir, she was a gossip for her exceptional beauty and grace. Apart from that, those are all I know.