Princess Carrying Novels & Stories

I took a shower, did my make up, did my hair and wore the gown which looks like it has been made only for me as it fits me perfectly. "perfect" I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I love how I look. I look like a Princess. A real princess. When I go outside my room to show Charles how I look today, I already saw Miss Sarah sitting on one of the customer table. "you're ready, should we go now?" she asked. I smiled and waved a good bye at Charles. A guy opened the car for me. He looks like a royal guard. I did hopped inside the car while my heart is pounding so loud.

“That’s impossible. The royal protection is tight. That’s the last thing they would do, attracting attention for Carly. She would be all over the internet for over three years if they were not careful. And shouldn’t they focus on the Late King’s funeral? I mean, why are these stupid people care about Carly’s relationship? She barely even stepped outside the palace.” “She was at the Thanksgiving. I saw her, Prince Thayer, and his wife, Duchess Kennedy. She shook hands with the people who paid their respects to the late King. I think our princess is back on track.” “Yeah. I’m happy to hear it. That’s the reason she hadn’t been calling me.” I ignored the twist in my gut. I meant this was what I

Emilio was able to do this with neither comb or cream. “Take this as a treat!” I mumbled to him. In no time, we arrived at the ground floor to witness my staff already lined up with Caroline in front to welcome the princess. There was already a fleet of five luxury black cars with one of them carrying a flag, an indication that the princess was in this one. As I stood in front of Caroline with Emilio beside me, the door opened, first her assistant, a woman in her forties came out, then aiding her out. She wore a long flowing pink gown with a long scarf over her head and shoulders.

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.

"And your bag? I'll help you carry it, okay." Jenna grimaced as soon as she tried to lift the bag. She dropped it as soon as she had picked it up. "Geez, Christine, what's in this bag?" "Oh! Don't worry about it. I'll carry it, please lead the way," Dohana said easily lifting the luggage. 'What the hell?' Jenna thought. "Okay, follow me," she said entering the lift. "So, what's your title by the way?" Asked Jenna. "Princess Andorra."

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.

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–

Ira's Pov I stand and walk to the only window the room has after hearing shouts outside. Why does it sound like there is a celebration already? My breath catches the dazzling sight of Princess Andria's arrival. Her exquisite escort extends for almost half a mile. Her golden carriage and polished armours of her guards shimmers brightly under the light of the afternoon sun. To add extra pomp to her already glorious arrival, a gigantic dragon flies above her entourage like a formidable guard and descends down gently when the Princess's carriage halts outside of the main palace.

the announcer proclaimed, his voice resonating across the gathering. Slowly, women in elegant attire stepped out of the carriage. Their dresses shimmered under the torchlight, each stitch a testament to their pack’s wealth and status. The four alpha princes, each wearing a different expression, turned to observe the line of women. There were six in total, each from a powerful pack like the West Wood Pack. They moved with grace, their ethereal beauty captivating everyone’s attention. However, one of the princes was not entirely impressed. Kael's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the carriage. The anticipation hung in the air, evident and tense.

Her heart was more full right then than it had ever been before. Caine took the princess and the queen, one on each arm, and he escorted them both back to the carriage amongst the screaming crowd of new subjects. Cat was being escorted by Josh, and of course Joy was with Georgio. They all climbed inside and opened the bottle of champagne that Caine had chilling for them during the ceremony. He poured everyone a glass and they all raised them as they happily gave a toast to the new Princess Rebecca.