Princess Carry Pose Novels & Stories

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape, and she was about to continue her attack when Emma's voice rang out loudly, "Carol, no rudeness! This is the seventh prince!" Carol stammered in horror, quickly halting her steps and hesitatingly looking at the handsome young man before her. This person was dressed in green attire, with long black hair tied up using a golden hairpin adorned with two dragons fighting over a pearl at the top and a rare South Sea pearl embedded in the center. His face was handsome, but his eyes emitted a calm, tranquil light like the moon's. From a distance, his demeanor exuded an air of purity that seemed to separate him from the mundane world, shining so brightl

Ravena’s POV I had chosen the midnight blue gown because of its expensive silk and elegant cut. And also because it hugged my body perfectly. Celeste had arranged my hair in an elaborate style, pinned with delicate silver clips. I looked like royalty and felt like a warrior going into battle. As the carriage stopped outside the palace, I took a deep breath and steadied myself. "Princess," Celeste whispered. "Are you ready?" "No," I said honestly. "But I am going anyway."

Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same. She walked in in her magenta pantsuit, braids down to her waist, and those rhinestone glasses that looked like they belonged in a K-pop music video. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just… looked at me. Her heels clicked like punctuation marks. And then she paused. Her eyes raked me from head to toe. She timed the fur coat. The white boots. The pearl clips. She tilted her head. "You borrowed my style."

Jay nodded at Beeves and Boris. The Princess smiled “Shimel, Lacy would you?” The two women moved over to the “boys” one on each side of them. “Watch this” said the Princess quietly. They both adopted a seductive pose and fluttered their lashes, both Beevis and Boris froze captivated by these women, lacy giggled and removed the biscuit from Boris’s frozen hand half way to his mouth. Shimel without breaking eye contact with Beevis, removed the biscuit jar from his hands. Then they both said in a sexy but forceful voice “No More!”

*age 4* “But mom why can’t I marry Krissy?” Siana asked with a pout on her face as she tugged on the corner of her mother’s dress. Siana wore a pink dress which looked good with her light brown hair and the tiny pink shoes she was wearing. “Cause she’s a girl Siana, you’re supposed to marry a guy.” Her mother patted her head lightly. Siana looked up at her and there she was. That pretty woman she admired the most as a child. Her birth mother; The Queen. The brown hair was fixed so perfectly into a bun, complementing her light complexion. She had a lavender dress on which went down her knees and it announced that she was royalty.

The cloak usually carried the coat of arms of the prince to depict his elevated status. The prince walked up to the tremendously grand balcony of his castle...the view from there was undeniably spectacular. The crowd...his servants bowed down instantly. Behind him was his First Lady...Raya Blackmark...the almost Queen of this kingdom. She was dressed in a maxi dress with a largely trained gown spreading beautifully on the concrete floor, her hair looses open, with a big crown on her head which she was carrying so very gracefully she was stopped a few steps behind him. "All hail to King Edward!" his voice was loud and clear like any ruler would speak and the rest of the crowd of thousands of

Seeing the salver in her hand she went up and held it towards him. “Kneel.” The prince commanded and without hesitation she went down on her knees. “Just your left knee.” He whispered to her and she genuflected. The prince placed the creature’s core on the tray. “Rise and raise it above your head.” Prince Fazan guided her as she seemed unaware of her role, and she just did as she was told. 'Ugh! How long am I gonna stand here like this?!' The jubilant mood of the spectators returned and the festivity pursued as soon as the princess rose to her feet.

Who is the unlucky girl this time. “Princess Alexandra of Asteria. “His mother said with some much glee that she even clapped her hands, Jared was under no illusion on what that means. It means that his mother was already imagining bouncing on her laps, her grandbabies who also happen to be heirs to a kingdom in her mind. “Before I say anything that will put the kingdom in danger, I need to get the full story and I am sure that the only story you got was the one which states that I am going to marry the princess. “ Jared said with disapproval.

"Your Highness, may I hold you?" The second prince hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Grace, who smiled and said, "Go on. Your aunt will take good care of you." Only then did the second prince open his arms for Carissa to hold him. She first looked at Victoria. While the queen dowager wore a smile, her eyes held a hint of chill. After holding the heavy child for a bit, Carissa set him down, laughing as she said, "The second prince is truly adorable."