Princess Carry Pose Novels & Stories

That is yet to be seen, this the beginning of a new era with Philip and me as the reigning princesses, and we have many plans and projects that I hope will see the light during our time as rulers. ’’Please, ehm, Philip, take Lady Viviane by her waist with one hand and place it on the back of her head and draw her closer to you. That’s it, very good. Now Miss Viviane, loop your arms around his neck and lean back a little. There. Perfect. Keep looking at each other. Show the people your marrying for love.” The photographer instructed and I comply immediately. Being in the arms of Philip was one of my dreams come true, and this pose was perfect. I had a pale chiffon gown, the slit on the side a

It honestly feels like she was carrying a young child instead of a young teen. Had this happened in any other time, carrying her highness in this position would probably make the Princess snap at her in irritation and sheer embarrassment since the girl is far too older to be carried like this but they both know the Princess is far too tired–far too drained–to say anything to properly protest. The walk to her chambers wasn’t that far, anyway. When Eden finally managed to nudge the door open, she places the girl underneath her thick covers, taking care to tuck her snugly in, she turned away, intending to grab the girl’s brush–

So with such reason to reckon with, he pulled it down the wall, carried it to the corner and had it placed in the floor, having its back facing towards his direction. Staring at what seemed foolishness for so doing, Jion only shook his head and finally left it there . *** The princess looked at the gigantic and rather expensive interior of the palace in the east kingdom. They had arrived a little hour ago and they were being ushered inside the ambitiously designed ball. The prince wore his finest suit while she matched his elegance with her special tailored dress. It had seamed of pure gold along her waistlines. Though it barely shows any skin on her body, she was stunning as what her mai

I rolled my eyes and jabbed one of my elbows into his side causing an umph noise to escape him. Moving my feet apart, I adjusted my position to mirror how he had stood before. The dress I was in was a little constricting, but I made do. I rolled my shoulders back as my arms came up and Adrian reached his arms around me so that his hands made the slightest correction just below my elbows. "Not bad. Not bad at all, Princess."

She muses as she flips the middle card. The card depicts a king holding a traditional scepter and orb. He is seated on a throne made of stone and appears rigid and stern. His crown large and golden. “Our dear Prince is traditional and rigid. He is disciplined. Perhaps even driven by ego. Both indicate stability and prosperity.” She says calmly. She flips the final card.

She crouched, clinging to the seat with her elbows against the backrest, straining, the elegant gown in expensive fabric bunched up around her waist showing the underskirts. “Alright,” I told her, “You’re in as good a position as these things get.” She turned her face to me, her eyes wide, and sweaty face strained. Her hair tumbled from its pins. “Princess.” “Ashara.” “Help me,” she pleaded. “Alright,” I slid my bottom onto the floor of the carriage and dragged her skirts up out of the way. “Let’s get some of this off of her,” I said to the maids. “Fae women deliver in the bare.”

Raymond stood rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he forgot why he had come. Princess Kiara stood before him dressed entirely in black training attire. Her raven hair was tied into a high ponytail, allowing the afternoon breeze to sway the loose strands framing her face. The fitted black top revealed a physique sculpted through countless years of relentless training rather than vanity. Well-defined abs, lean muscles tracing her arms, and powerful shoulders contrasted beautifully with her delicate, angelic features.

We walked together out of the stair, but then she whined at wanting to be carried, I tried to tell her she should try and walk. "I is princess, me no walk" she says with too much confidence, pulling both hands up toward me to carry her, with a sigh, I oblige, going down was very tricky, I almost skipped few steps, until I did skip one, I felt both of us falling down, face first.

I carry her bags. As we walk, I notice lustful stares on her. Who wouldn't? She's wearing a short black dress that leaves her long legs exposed to the eyes. Her luscious hair is tight in a ponytail, leaving her neck bare and begging to be marked. I shake my head, removing the thoughts from my head. It must be my wolf doing all this, not me, and I can't deny my dragon side finds the little princess fascinating. He's calm around her. Some are smiling at pulling out their phones to take pictures secretly. It seems the little princess is popular.

The princess had a delicate shiny diamond crown on her head, framing her long dark brown hair. Thalia looked delicate and strong at the same time as she could gently cradle a tiny creature in her palm but also hurt someone with ease. She carried herself with grace, almost as if she was afraid to upset anyone with the sound of her stomping, while still oozing quiet confidence. There was a fierceness in her eyes, something strong and challenging deep within those orbs. Artemis waved at her, nudging her side. "Anyone caught your eye yet?"