Princess Beatrice Eyes Novels & Stories

"Happy birthday to you, Mummy. Happy birthday to you." Three girls danced in along with Hazel Beckett, my daughter. A smile spread out of my lips immediately I caught sight of my princess. Her eyes which were Hazel as a baby are now azure blue. It reminded me a lot about Dan. Immediately she stepped in, Hazel's blue eyes opened wide in surprise and she giggled proudly towards me.

he replied and Joy sat down to eat her breakfast. Goerge looked at Beatrice and the latter bow to greet him. "Morning sir!" She said and Goerge noticed the odd of her greetings. He could not reply as he tried to analyze the Beatrice in front of him. The sparks he do see in her eyes was no longer there. And apart from that selfish part of himself that was checking her out. Naturally, he could tell that she was not too well. She look pale and there was dark circle around her eyes. Her white eyes were slightly red and she looked weak.

Beatrice's eyes eyes fluttered open and the first sight she laid her eyes on was Alexander. Of course, she had known he would be the one that she would first set her eyes on since it was his voice that always woke her up everyday. Their eyes locked on each other immediately she opened her eyes and she looked into the deep green colour of Alexander's eyes, the beauty and pure greenness jarring her more than it ever had before. She was startled by Alexander's face and its beauty as if she was just seeing it for the first time.

She heard a creaking sound and turned back to Primrose as about her the world took on a green hue, and Beatrice was overcome with a sensation that left her swooning. In the jade haze, Primrose’s features appeared to momentarily change, her eyes becoming dark as tar, the strawberry blotch standing vividly against the milk-white skin of her right cheek, making her look like a bloodied corpse pulled from the cold, cold ocean. Dark blue lips opened and seawater gushed from her mouth, soaking a dark dress made from wool and starched linen. A gurgling scream accompanied the cascade, as thick water slapped into the tiles. Just as the screech built to a crescendo, it ended and Beatrice was back in t

Beatrice, the head maid, hissed as she threw a white towel in my direction. I frowned. Beatrice was a woman that looked to be in her 50s with red hair and fair features. Her eyes were an emerald color, equipped with long lashes. She was a heavier set woman that wore the same black dress as the other maids, except hers was much longer and it ended around her ankles. The other maids wore black dresses that ended right above their knees, equipped with white stockings that covered the rest of their legs. Their breasts were nearly poking out of the top of their dresses.

I wonder why she fainted right after we introduced ourselves. I watched her closely. She really looks like Princess but at the same time not. Because if you’ll base her whole face she has the same face with Princess Princess but if you’ll base on their eyes they look different because Princess's eyes are strange and very beautiful but this woman who looks like Princess has just simple blue eyes. But don't even underestimate if her eyes are just blue because when you stare into her eyes you will feel like you are being hypnotized. When you look at her eyes it seems that you’re looking into a deep and beautiful ocean. "She's okay, she just fainted. You have nothing to worry about, your Majesti

All that mattered was that it made her happy. Beatrice was short and wiry with long hair as red as embers, which contrasted starkly with her bright blue eyes and pale skin. She had a petite nose that turned up a little at the end, and this was garnished with a crop of freckles that ran from the bridge of her nose to under her lower eyelids. As well as being inquisitive Beatrice was also incredibly patient; a trait that was at odds to the stereotypical views concerning people with red hair. She did, like most people, have her limits and it was often Thomas Beecham—her ten year old, sci-fi and fantasy movie obsessed brother—that tended to push all the right buttons and send her easily into orb

Us girls were introduced one by one as we entered the hall. This was the first time that the princess was present during an event. She had dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders to her lower back and wore a gold and diamond dress. The most peculiar thing about her though was that her eyes were two different colours. Her left eye was a vivid shade of blue, while her left was dark brown. She did not look as outgoing as her brothers, but rather more reserved and shy.

Usually I have my slippers on but someone must have taken them from me when I was asleep. Taking another step onto the cold tile, I try my best to get used to the feeling as I walk towards the mirror to see just what damage being in Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women has done. I keep my eyes down for a moment, taking time to calm down after dealing with Demitrias before lifting my head and looking into my reflection. My violet eyes – a trait of the Royal family – are filled with unshed tears. The skin underneath them is dark and sunken in and it will be a few days of good sleep and food before my skin will look plump and healthy again.

She shoves her hair to the side with her long fingers while raising a brow to the Minister. Her lashes fall as she retorts, "We need to find the Prince. We can't let him run off somewhere without choosing one of us." Then, she looks straight into the eyes of Minister Kingsley. Her sapphire eyes burn annoyingly as it shivers Minister Kingsley down to his spine. "I agree with finding the Prince in return to our favor to him." Another Lady appeared in the scene. Her brown orbs contrast Lady Berenice's as she looks at the Minister softly with a warm smile.