Princess Carry Pose Novels & Stories

My hand touched her cheek and I brushed it with my thumb. “Nothing to fear, my goddess.” Evie nodded and stepped out of the limo. She walked a couple steps away and the lights flashed even more. Reaching my hand back in, I let Rissa take it first. She stepped out in her red, princess dress and double buns on her head. I bent down and looked at her. “Don’t worry about all the flashes, okay? They are only taking your photo. Every princess needs to get used to her royal subjects wanting to take photos. Can you be strong and not be scared?” Rissa nodded and I smiled. ”Good girl.”

She might make these excuses but I knew the real reason why she was embarrassed was because of the kiss that she had given me a few minutes ago. She might not have realized what she had offered in the flow of the conversation but as soon as she had snapped back she had tried getting away which was difficult with her exhausted body. Her energy had waned, and her steps were sluggish. I couldn’t bear to see her try and walk on her own so even as she complained I wouldn’t let her get away from me. “Well I think a princess style carry is suitable for a princess,” I said bouncing her slightly making her hold on tighter as she gaped at me in surprise.

1046 word(s) Published 104 Henna stared at her princess in the carriage. Princess Kamara has her professional 'princess look' on her face. Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look. But one thing about a personal maid's relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years. "Everything will be alright, my princess." Henna tried to say in consolation.

She felt like there was some mystical power making her pull to things. She looked at the Princess's picture again. She was sitting on a huge thrown with her posture slightly crossed. There was grandeur and potential on the way she sat which would force a fear in her enemy just by looking at her. A sword stood beside her with her palm resting on it. The handle of it had the inscription of a roaring lion. Her eyes were big covered in black eyeliner that held strength. She was putting on a long brown gown and the her hair plaited was falling in front to a side.

“Fix your face.” Wonderful. Then I saw her. Princess Celeste was already standing beside the table, her hands gently clasped in front of her, her head tilted slightly like someone had placed her there from a painting. She was wearing a pale lavender dress that fell like water around her ankles, and her dark hair was braided back with little silver stars woven through. Her posture was so straight and perfect that I am sure it would have made my ancestors applaud. She was exactly what the people wanted. Perfect. Clean. Unproblematic to the point where it was boring for me.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

Their eyes locked. Kaya really didn't understand what was happening. She swallowed, feeling vulnerable. Her heart was beating at the speed of light... It was the first time she'd been carried around in princess mode. She felt her femininity awaken as she became aware of their proximity... And his hands under her bottom... She shuddered with excitement... Soon they were out of sight and before the young woman had time to realise what he was doing, Elzhar suddenly let go of her... She landed on her feet but had to rely on her reflexes not to land on her bottom. She widened her eyes and frowned, angry...

Princess Ara stood from her seat and waved at everyone. Princess Ara was a delicate beauty, and her hair was braided beautifully above her head with golden decorations that were placed carefully in her hair. Her hanbok had a mixture of gold and white that accentuated her beauty a thousand folds. The Princess’ eyes were not focused on the crowd. It was obvious that she had no eyesight when she waved at everyone. No one dared to reveal their scorn in their expressions. It would lead to their deaths if the emperor found out.

I keep my eyes lower, refusing to let her see my pain. “And those knees!” The princess continues, laughing uproariously. “Bend your knees. Deeper–no, deeper–deeper than that, Ivy. Goodness, aren’t you even trying? Okay, that’s somewhat better,” she says finally, sighing slightly as I settle into a painfully deep kneel. “Now hold that position.” “What?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. My legs are already starting to shake and tremble, unable to support such a tremulous and uncomfortable position. “But don’t curtseys only last a few seconds?”