Princess Carry Pose Novels & Stories

she shouted. "Long live the King!" the gathered crowd repeated. The Princess was wearing a long, beautiful black dress with a high collar and a deep neckline. I would say that it was a luxurious mourning dress if it wasn't so damn sexy. Certainly, my pearl white dress with simple lace ornaments couldn't match her elegance. Elora's gaze was on Sariel alone. It was typical for her to ignore me, but this time it was more irritating than ever. She looked like she was seducing Sariel right in front of my eyes.

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

I cannot put them back on. I didn't have the order to touch the oils, so I leave the bathroom and head back to the opulent bedroom. The Princess sits on the edge of the big bed, legs closed and back straight. She is dressed in white silk robes which makes her look like a stunning goddess, one that is extremely dangerous if upset.

Held it like it was a certificate to greatness. A few seconds later, the door opened. Mr. Row and Princess walked out. He had his dress pants on, but no shirt. His body looked good—better than it looked in that suit. She was in a tiny, black lace bra and matching panties. "Princess, onto the couch," Vaughan ordered, his voice crisp and professional as he adjusted his lens. She moved. Straight to the couch. I followed. Him too. "I want you to sit back, legs spread wide. Keep your heels dug into the velvet.”

The scent of freshly baked pastries and the faint fragrance of jasmine from the nearby vines mixed in the air, adding a refreshing atmosphere. I also saw a nearby fountain. I honestly didn’t know where to focus my eyes on. If last night was all about sparkles and glamour, this morning was laid-back and sweet, and I think I like it more. “Princess Adessa!” I greeted her when my eyes finally found her as she and Alpha Kael emerged from the back of the fountain. The princess wore high-waisted, tight-fitting brown suede pants and a long puffed-sleeve blouse with a waist cincher or belt corset. Simple but elegant, and she was carrying it beautifully.

Princess was expecting a child, yet she had no choice but to carry on with the tradition. Her classmates and acquaintances, as well as the family of her adopted parents, accompanied her. She also wore a traditional dress and had a special leaf placed in her mouth to indicate that she was unable to speak and should proceed. "Lady one, you are wonderful," the throng exclaimed. The Princess took a long, graceful walk to where the Prince and the elders sat. She bowed, and Prince lifted his hands to allow her to continue. She proceeded carefully, bowing first to her late mother, then to her late father. She fired the rifle twice after that. She was on the verge of collapsing, but those surroundin

“E-Eek!?” With that sudden burst of anger, I charged to Persia and grabbed her on her thigh and shoulders. That’s right, I choose a princess carry because she worded that way. As a gentleman, I avoided my hand from touching her chest, though it seems she’s making me to do so. “Ku… How rough~ Help~ There’s a pervert here~” …Though she says that, but she looks extremely pleased. Girls really like this sort of stuff, huh? Or is it just her?

“Yes” The princess held out her hand and tapped Lyon, he slowly turned around to see the princess in such a majestic dress. She gave out a warm smile that lightened the dim room before lowering her head a little. Lyon held the crown with both his hands and slowly placed it atop of the princess’s head.

The piano's melody shifted, the mood changing once more. The page stepped forward and raised his voice. “Presenting Their Royal Highnesses, the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince.” Their eyes met briefly before they stepped forward together. Magdalena wore a long, flowing gown embroidered with delicate beads. Her hair was expertly arranged, pinned with care to frame her face just so. She was truly radiant. All who beheld her recognized the aura of a great queen. The dignity in her bearing silenced her detractors, yet still they whispered behind cupped hands.

Prince Leonard let out a sigh as he continued staring down into my face. “You’re a very stubborn girl…” he muttered softly as if he was talking to himself. “Prince!” I cried out in shock. Before I could move to get away from him, he had already lifted me up into his arms. This must be what they called being carried princess style. My heart danced wildly in my chest, and I could hear it beating in my ear like a loud drum. The prince stared down at me with a look of clear disapproval that made me feel like I was really a naughty girl.