Princess Aries Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alicia smiled "This is one of the reasons I want to be her friend, she sure doesn’t know these things. She is a princess who is used to receiving gifts and might never have been taught to give gifts” “Her mother did a terrible job of raising her then. She isn’t even fit to be Baroness, sooner or later we will get a replacement for her” Martha said in annoyance. Maria signalled for her not to speak any further as Alicia is still an outsider and the prime minister's daughter. Martha rolled her eyes at Maria. Alicia saw what Maria was trying to do and frowned. She sensed that Maria for some reason doesn’t really like her.

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

He continued, "In recent weeks, our surveillance has detected some peculiar movements and communications among the humans, orchestrated by Prince Arie, the one who was betrothed to Serafina." My brows furrowed immediately. What in tarnations? Serafina was betrothed? So she had been with someone before she was brought here? Well, at least he hadn't touched her. I was the first to do that, but the prospects that he had called her his before I did was infuriating. However, I had to keep my cool in front of the council members. He cleared his throat before proceeding. "It appears that Prince Aries is attempting to gather support among the human kingdoms for a coordinated effort to free the princ

Her dress, a deep emerald green, hugged her figure perfectly. “Prince Herold,” Aries said smoothly, extending a hand. “It’s an honor to see you here tonight. We almost thought you won't make it. Thank you for coming.” The prince smiled graciously, shaking Aries’ hand. “I gave you my word. I had to keep it. Your new estate is magnificent.” I was barely listening. My attention was on her. Rochelle. She stood there beside the prince, her hand resting lightly on his arm. And yet, when I looked into her eyes, I saw a flicker of something—recognition? Fear?

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

Aria leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face. She studied Ella for a moment, her gaze unusually sharp. “You look… different, though.” Ella’s heart gave a little lurch. She tried to keep her expression neutral. “Different? How so?” Aria shrugged, stirring her espresso with a tiny spoon. “I don’t know. More radiant, maybe? Like you’ve been on a really good vacation, not just a trip.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you meet someone?” Ella forced a laugh, a littl e too loud, a little too quick. “No! No, nothing like that. Just Paris. It’s magical, you know? It just makes you feel good.”

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

Vincent blinked innocently. The captain took a moment to grasp Larissa's words. He turned, took out his longsword at his waist, and pointed it at Ray. "You dare to disrespect the countess? Are you crazy?" Agnes stared, wide-eyed, as her clenched fists trembled slightly. She asked in disbelief, "Is she really a countess?" The captain replied coldly, "Yes, she's the only countess in the royal family. The person beside her is the Queen's daughter, Princess Rachel."

“Azaria.” My eyes widened. “I am Miracle Ryedale Azaria,” she said. “The first princess of Hexoria Kingdom, second in line of the throne, and the leader of Black Swan.” Shit! Being the first princess is not really an issue here but her, being the leader of that group? Damn! I didn’t expect that she would have this wide connection. Black Swan was only a rumored group. They work in the shadows and only take down everyone who tries to harm the royal family or those people who want to bring trouble to the country.