Princess Aria Novels & Stories

And I did not like all of that so I grew more hatred towards my father. Since that day, I have also been looking for Aliara for a long time without revealing it to anyone. I just show Father that even I have forgotten her. That I no longer feel anything. That I would never go back to the princess he cherished the most. AFTER two months, I also found her here in the land of Farianio, in the town of Ohayas. I have toured almost all the kingdoms here in Exo Losairos but this is the only place I can find her. This young lady of mine is really smart.

THE STIFF BONE OF MY CORSET DUG INTO MY SIDES stifling my breath as the carriage galloped across pebbles on the road. “Just breathe. Everything will be fine,” Kezira smiled at me reassuringly. But everything was far from fine. I am the shadow princess. Revered and feared across the three kingdoms for my fighting skills and yet, here I am. On my way to Revillon. Collins would laugh if he could see me now. Powerful Princess Arielle, reduced to Lady Marissa. Nothing more than an air-headed noble lady of the Revillon court.

However, she also possesses the insignia of the sun, and her appearance is clearly a replica of that of the first ruler. The clashing elements within her are said to be the outcome of a terrible curse imposed by Sephtis the day he slept with Hera while disguised as Lev. Arie suffered from the clashing of the powers within her during her manifestation, causing her to become emotionally unstable and weak. She was tagged as the weakest goddess in Nirvana. My body trembled while reading this part of the translation. I was wondering if Ari was aware of this since she was the one who wrote it and she was almost done with the translation, according to her note in a separate journal.

Through the air, she caught hold of the distant words of Temple, “We can begin by checking the boys' rooms.” Elaine walked slowly to the corridor until she knew she was out of their sight, and then she started running. Bounding up the spiral staircase, every possible punishment for stealing the book ran through her mind. Maybe they would burn the magic right out of her, or maybe they’d torture Andrew until he talked. The reality hit Elaine so hard that she stilled at the top of the stairwell of the North corridor, clutching the handrail in the painful realization that if the royal guards found the book, she would certainly be dead. When Andrew would find out and try to stop it, he’d end up d

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

What did that mean for them, for their future, and for everything they had fought to build together? Ryan stepped closer, his voice quiet and meant only for her. “What happens now?” Aria looked at him first, then at the kings, then across the crowd, and finally toward the wider world that had feared and hunted her for so long. Her answer came with profound calm. “No more running.” She paused, then delivered the final declaration of her rebirth. It marked the end of the old Aria and the beginning of the Sovereign.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

Princess Elle greeted Ariana as usual, then sat down opposite the new queen. “Ah, Raoul isn't lying. You look a little pale today, Aria. Is it because I talked to you for too long yesterday?” When Ariana asked the maids to come out and only she and Princess Elle were left in the room, the princess immediately commented on Ariana's slightly pale appearance. When Ariana saw the worried look that Princess Elle was giving her, the woman started to get embarrassed until her cheeks felt hot.

She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried toward the room, keeping her steps light. Inside, the princess stood in front of a mirror, draped in shimmering white silk that clung to her figure. Her blonde hair was pinned up, strands falling like ribbons around her face. She turned when Aria entered, her lips curling into a smile too sharp to be friendly. “You’re the servant from the banquet, aren’t you?” she said sweetly. Aria bowed quickly. “Yes, Your Highness.” “I remember you,” Celine murmured, walking in a slow circle around her. “You were the one hiding behind the curtains. Watching the Alpha King.”

I turned to Aria who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but here. “How do you do, Miss Aria?” I asked her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible even if I too was still a bit uncomfortable. I stretched my hand out to her. “No, no, just Aria, Princess Sophia. Just call me Aria.” She released a nervous laugh as she took my hand and shook it. They were just as sweaty as mine. ***