Princess Carrying Novels & Stories

(Princess Angela Seraphim) “...Don’t worry about it…Anyway…from here on forth we would be travelling a lot longer than usual…and also…Princess Helen had to travel via the Cars on the land…after all we need to let the people see who is the leader and for whom they were fighting for…”.

For the next day and a half, not a single man spoke. They walked slowly through the sand, not wasting a single step or a single motion. Princess Diana was been placed on a camel so she could survive because they all knew everything about the desert would be new to her. Silly mistakes can jeopardize the mission. She must be safe and brought to their king without a single injury or on her.

The princess, already awake, only left the same path 5 minutes later, escorted by Hadd while still a little sleepy, frowning to try to see ahead, her path guided by the low light of a flashlight that her security guard carried, while in a tone Disgusted, she leaned on him by the hand, the one always protected by a glove. Balancing on the sand made him spend a lot of energy. They walked about 10 minutes to where Lauren's car was parked between the sand slopes, in a covered viewing area, which had Karila pressing her lips together with the effort as she walked down the slopes on her boots, she didn't complain about it. the whole situation, I just wasn't used to it. Lauren was waiting by the ca

Similar to those holding my silk stockings in place. I wore a gold chain necklace with a large gold and blue amulet that perfectly depicted the tones of my hair and eyes. She tucked the matching earrings into my ears, letting them dangle from my lobes. A gold wrap resting lightly around my shoulders. Gold hairpins with the same blue stones held my hair in long wraps about my head and along the base of my neck. My small queen’s crown resting atop them, tucked through along the edges to hold it in place. I was escorted downstairs, by my King’s favored manservant. Holding my hand delicately as he was attentive to the steps in case I should misstep.

I would not allow anything or anyone to prevent me from claiming the rightful place that was mine by destiny and by promise. I glanced out the window, letting my gaze sweep across the palace courtyard. Servants moved with urgent purpose, placing the final touches on decorations, adjusting floral arrangements, inspecting the intricate gold filigree on chairs, and ensuring that the cake towering, opulent, and elegant stood flawless in its display. The palace hummed with anticipation, a kingdom holding its breath for the moment when I would step forward as Princess Victoria, wife to Prince George, who is heir to the throne.

She drops her head and freezes. "Is this room not okay Princess," the young female asks, and my mate instantly places her hand on our pack member's arm. "This is perfect. You misunderstood my reaction. I have experienced very little of the world, and this beautiful room took me by surprise. Please, continue," Sasha explains in a comforting, almost motherly voice. I watch our pack member as her body loses its tension. Ace purs in our mind. Ace- soon, the pack will love her. The royal title scares them.

* Princess Cara was on her way to her room after vising one of the Royal physicians for a quick v@ginal herbs. Well, the King had almost killed her in bed and the pains she felt on her waist were out of this world. So, she had to visit a physician for help and thankfully, she had gotten it and was on her way to her room for some rest when she spotted the strange lady walking with some guards behind her. "Katrina, who's that lady?" She turned to her personal maid and asked. "I don't really know, my princess. But I heard she was brought in by the King" Katrina replied humbly from behind.

Well, the only people aside from knights that are allowed inside are viscount and above so they are showing their support by waiting here until their family who is taking a test passes. As soon as we arrived at the entrance, the knights made way for us first before they opened the door of the carriage. Obviously, some of them who haven't seen us are surprised again. Of course, dad escorted me while I am getting off from the carriage and I also made sure that my posture won't be ruined no matter what. After all, my image as a member of the royal family and as a crown princess is at stake so I must ensure that one thing. All of them bowed as soon as both of us finished getting off from the car

He muttered sharply without any other thoughts occupying his head, he quickly carried her in a bride style and walked with her in his hands until they reached the tents. When comrades were shocked when they saw the prince coming with someone in his hands, didn't everyone say that the prince didn't like anyone coming in contact with him, that he would throw out anyone that reaches at least 4 feet closer to him? Why is he now carrying some girl in his hands? They looked at themselves confused. Wait? That can't be the Ataka Princess, right? Oh my, they exclaimed when Prince Biha got closer to them, it was the princess. One of the soldiers offered to carry her back to the tent when he saw how ex

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