Princess Amber Feet Slave Novels & Stories

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"I'm trying not to indulge myself in the ugly thought that you think yourself better than all the ladies out there, that have turn to sluts to provide food for their families?" Then as if it's a whisper that is supposed to be heard, she added " not like you are family" "Please Aunt Zirra, I don't want to do this" she begged, bending her knees, almost kneeling down. Iva had accepted all fate brought to her but if there was one thing she was grateful for, it was that she didn't sleep around to survive. "But you my darling, who do you think you are, brat? A Princess? You have no one girl and I say you become a whore" with no flick of humanity in her, she soaked her feet in warm water with a pea

She give a grief sigh at the top of her lungs when Lesia started walking. Finally... Lesia looked at her, before they enter the door of the measuring room, she first looked at Yubin. "Pardon me for asking, are you perhaps the rumored 'Slave' that was saved by the Queen?" The unexpected question made Yubin gulped, even though she expected this, to begin with, she can't hide but get less concerned about this matter. She is Sapphire Pheobe Militia Adilara but she was to be referred to as 'Slave' instead of a 'Princess' a ruler rightfully heir to the Adilara Crown.

Even if that someone was the woman who bought her into this cruel world. "You didn't seem like a kid when you dared to mock more than one Monarch on the Neutral Grounds. You didn't look like a kid when you made me apologize in exchange for your wise words. Didn't I warn you, witch? Your apologies might be pricey but mine with cost you a fortune?" "Seems like you are on your own, Princess. Now hurry up before I nullify our trade." She gazed at Almira who had a mocking smile on her face as if Almira already figured out that Amber was not going to believe or help Esmeray.

I petted her head, and caressed her wings having her fall back to deep sleep, Amber didn't look happy about my decision, so I decided to explain my reasoning. "Going to the palace would only get us scolded," I explain to her. "I know but she's the queen," Amber says. "And we're the prince and princess," I assure her deciding to get some sleep, I laid down closer to the angel, pulling Amber toward us as well. "You're a rebel," Amber says with a chuckle, closing her eyes ready to sleep. "You know it," I assure her, with a smile, I'm the rebel prince, but wait until they see the princess and what she has in store when she becomes the queen, she's going the change the whole world and it's rules.

My measurements curled up Amara’s lips in a mean smirk, she chuckled, “Look at her waist size, sisters. 32 inches waist and she is dreaming about His Majesty.” Their mocking laughter washed a wave of happiness over me, it was finally the time to be kicked out. However, I really underestimated the vileness of those so-called noble ladies. Suddenly, Amara lunged at me and grabbed my jaw. The tight grip of her claw was about to crush my bones as he spat out in disdain, “What’s so special about a mere slave that you are allowed to step into this dignified place?

the lady cuts him short, her powerful but mesmerizing voice resonating with authority. "Yes your highness. This is the bastard son of his majesty's banished wife," Sir Bowman affirms, stepping aside to give the lady an unobstructed view. I lower my gaze to the floor as I am supposed to. It is an offense to look a werewolf royal in the eye as long you're not of the same status as them. "I will personally inform the king that the Princess of Silvermere bought the slave as a gift for her father," I hear Sir Bowman say and my heart throbs harder in my chest because of shock.

She stomped her foot childishly. She rubbed for a while before her icy gaze found mine, "What do you think you are doing latching unto Elijah," She queried. "You are just a slave, a mere slave, and you think you stand a chance? Come off it, stupid." She almost yells. I winced and rubbed my poor ears lightly, "Take a good look at me, I am the princess, not you scraggly thing." She looked disgusted. I hope that was all, I did not want to do anything.

He looks exactly like his father Alexandro. “Valencia! You’ve gotta see this!” Amber said as she rushed into my room with her phone raised up. “Oh my god! She is so beautiful! The alpha’s wife, princess Delancy Bloomer is so so gorgeous.” Amber squealed, I did my best not to roll my eyes, she is so obsessed with all things royalty. Royal weddings, royal babies, royal this, royal this. This is the fifth time this week that she is forcing me to watch something royalty related.

A flash of deranged madness crossed Amber's face, her chest heaving as she spoke. "I was wrong. I thought all he wanted was just a mistress… But no. I can't let you be his wife. You can't. "Otherwise, you'll never let me go for this, just like how I would never let you go!" I panted heavily and shook my head. "We're best friends. If you'll let me go, I won't hold this against you." "Impossible! You'd hate me to death for this!" "I'm telling the truth… Just think about it. You can't pay back the 50 million dollars without me. They'll probably just sell you to North Cavada as a slave, and it's going to be even worse for you there!"