Princess Aria 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 was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

Now as Aria crossed her legs in the parlour, waiting for Elanne to come over, sbe was engrossed in a chat with Robert. A smile curled at her lips the way he teased her. Robert: So don't tell me you cried when Anna left, Princess. Aria: ofcourse I did, I couldn't help it. Robert: Cry baby. Aria: I'd gladly take that title. Robert: so what do we call a princess who's also a cry baby?

XXXI – Cost of the Crown “Your highness, His Majesty wishes to see you.” At the present time, Princess Aria, now at age twenty, releases the thick but silky curtains that had been hanging from the large windows in her room and allows it to slip past her fingers like liquid as the reminiscing comes to a sudden halt. She turns slowly to face her handmaiden, her expression smooth but unreadable–like a carefully crafted mask. It might as well be her second skin.

I asked, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging within me. Aria looked up at me, her wide eyes filled with a mixture of hope and vulnerability, and then, a genuine smile spread across her face, lighting up the room. She stuck her hand out, her fingers outstretched towards mine. "Hi," she said, her voice soft and playful. "I'm Aria."

Princess Arianna says with a mix of embarrassment and anxiety to be the centre of attention. She also finds it ridiculous for them to automatically accept her just like that. She had a hard time believing it when she found out. “Our long lost Princess. Everyone let us tell the good news to our Queen and King. Our Princess Aria, please come and join us.” Aramir says in his very polite manner. Princess Aria stares at all the fairies around her, as if she is caught in a dream. Is she really here? She searches for Caspian’s face for some comfort. He smiles at her and gives her an encouraging nod. His

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“It's not tight enough. Tighten more of the laces with pins, her figure needs to show vividly in that dress.” Cadenza ordered the women who were surrounding Aria in the room. Aria was made to dress like a princess. She had the finest jewelry on her and the dress she wore was perfectly tailored and made in Milan. It was the first time her father had spent so much on her. “Mamma... I don't want to get engaged. I'm only twelve.” Aria told her mother but Cadenza looked at her daughter like she had lost her mind.

A single scratch on him usually sent the healers into a panic. So, when the heavy wooden staff of the Royal Enforcer slammed into his back, the pain was blinding. He nearly blacked out instantly. "Stop!" Just as the second blow was about to fall, a shrill voice pierced the air. A figure dressed in extravagant silks stormed into the courtyard. The Enforcers, recognizing the scent, immediately halted and bowed. "Greetings, Princess Aria!" It was Aria, the Ninth Princess, daughter of the King and his favorite mistress, Lady Seraphina. She had a round face and large eyes—cute, perhaps, to those who were generous, but she lacked the true beauty of a high-born she-w

the other guards said when they recognized Hierro, too. Hierro who heard their faint shouts blushed and grimaced when he heard them call him ‘princess’. I am a man! But why am I called a princess?! he thought, feeling helpless. He knows he can’t change this address, though. Thus, he could only leave it be. As long as they all are happy… he said and smiled. “Mother… It is really mother!” Aria exclaimed when she saw Yuria’s figure at the entrance of the fifth kingdom, waiting for her with tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were red.