Princess Beatrice Eyes Novels & Stories

It was the same eyes which holds many stories ,my lips formed into a smile at that moment without my realisation in the thought of finding the person behind the mask. I asked someone to research about him but there isn't much information about him which others know, the main thing was that most of the citizens have no idea that he is the fifth prince as they haven't seen him. He really is good at maintaining a low profile, I should ask some people close to him or I should ask him itself to dig into his information. I push my thoughts behind my mind when the sound of tray landing on the wooden table disturbs my mind, placing the steam bun on the tray I look straight to meet the pair of eyes w

"One more. Carrie Wilson's the name. You want me to bring her in?" "Send her. Let's just get this over with." And then she walked in. Short. So short that I had to tilt my head down a little just to make eye contact. Her locks were a smoldering, orange flame that looked as if she had stuck her head into a sunset. Her eyes were the richest brown I'd ever seen, like melted chocolate that had secrets within. And her face? Spattered with the biggest freckles I'd ever noticed. She wouldn't win a beauty pageant, not next to the barbie-doll women who'd passed through here. But she wasn't unattractive.

I bowed my head. “Get to work.” Evane waved her hand, and pulled Dexmond along as they headed to his office. I followed them at a slower pace, holding tightly to the neatly arranged papers in my hands. Evane was dressed elegantly today. Too elegant as compared to me. As Dexmond had ordered, I was always dressed in a tulle dress and putting on extremely horrendous makeup. I caught my reflection in one of the glass doors as we approached the elevator, and winced. The person in the reflection looked nothing like Inez Qyler. The person who looked back at me was a total stranger. A woman who'd been caged by an uncaring husband while she watched him being intimate with women at work.

Mia joked and they both laughed. "Just take care of Beatrice okay" Mia said and Brandon rolled his eyes before nodding. ***** Beatrice smiled at her reflection. She was wearing a silver short gown. "Isn't Mia so cute, the gift is actually a black heels and a black purse... But how on earth did she know that my favorite color is black" Beatrice muttered. "Favorite color is black?" Brandon asked from behind and Beatrice turned. "I... I didn't know you were behind me, I like your suit" Beatrice said.

"It is an honor to have you here." "Thank you, Your Majesty," Victoria replied, her voice smooth and melodic. "The journey was long, but your kingdom's beauty makes it worthwhile." As Lucian and Victoria exchanged pleasantries, he couldn't help but notice her eyes. They were a deep, captivating blue—a striking feature that drew immediate attention. Yet, despite their beauty, there was a certain coldness in them that unsettled him. They reminded him of Isabel's eyes, which were also blue but of a lighter, icier shade. Isabel's eyes, however, never felt cold. They were warm, filled with emotion and life, a complete contrast to the princess's gaze.

Vicky gasped. Beatrice chuckled and said, “She have beautiful blue eyes and dark hair is enough to catch any man’s attention.” “Dark hair? Blue eyes?” asked Joshua. “Yes,” said Beatrice. “Almost like a black but when she’s in the sun it shines brown, kind of color.” “Oh,” said Joshua. “She’s quite lovely they all say.” “Oh,” said Joshua again. “Why? Does it sound like someone you know?” asked Beatrice, looking curiously at Joshua.

“Fine! Mother. You know it is her that will be happy only. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself!” Beatrice went out of the cubicle and examined her face in the mirror. She had bruises on her cheeks and a bandage on her forehead. Even her lips were bruised. Though, she was confident that whoever that man will still want her. Beatrice has gray eyes that she takes from her mother. Her hair was a long and natural blonde. She also has freckles on her cheeks and on her nose bridge. Her skin was fair and had a slim body. She does have suitors but she never entertains anyone because of her stepmother. Plus, she was more focused on building her career than having a boyfriend.

“I am not Mane for no reason and I am not stupid when it comes to my daughter and after what she set Elizabeth up for and now with you here it all makes sense.” Beatrice gets to her feet and walks over to the cabinet in the corner. She opens it and pulls out 2 small scotch glasses, placing them on the pullout drawer before then reaching back into the cabinet and pulling out a decanter of orange liquid. She pours some into each glass, returns the decanter and then picks up the glasses as she walks back over, handing one to Graves. They both down the orange liquid in one before Beatrice says,

'Lord please, may dinner not devolve into another round of trials and teasing,' she silently prayed, hoping for a reprieve from the tension that lingered in the air. The Prince stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his smile mirroring that of his brother's, but it did not possess the ability to unsettle her. His eyes, however, did. There was something peculiar about them. When they had passed by each other earlier outside by the wall, she had taken notice but dismissed it as a trick of the light. Now, as she stood closer, she couldn't deny it any longer: the Prince's left eye was different from his right. It was different from the eyes of every other person. A jagged scar stretched f

At the West Wing of the Royal Estate, Lunaris Kingdom Princess Riela noticed almost immediately how Beatrice was sulking. It was subtle, the way her shoulders were just a bit too stiff, the way her gaze lingered on nothing while the world moved around her. And that long face… Beatrice was usually composed, confident in a way that did not demand attention, but today there was an unmistakable weight clinging to her presence. Beatrice was someone Riela cared for deeply and looked up to like a little sister, and the two of them were very close.