Princess Carrying Novels & Stories

Including the driver and front guard of the maid, a total of four persons stepped out per car in order of birth. The first car was Princess Kelly Dravaren and her younger sister, the second Princess Karine Dravaren; then the second car was Princess Kora, the third princess, and her second follower. The sixth princess, who was a twin to the first prince and fifth in birth, was Princess Kamilia Dravaren.

Princess asked. “Have you forgotten Stephanie and your other sister are home? We need to get something for them too.” Princess nodded and rested her head on his shoulders. She was feeling weak. He paid the cashier and walked out of the restaurant carrying the bags in one hand. His other hand was busy holding Princess. He got in his car and bent down. She climbed down carefully, and he helped her up the door. She hopped in, and he put the bags in the back seat. He rushed to the driver's side and also hopped in.

As the sun arose higher from the mountains in the east and it's breath grew warmer, a carriage stopped in front of the dungeon. The coachman went down and opened the door. The maid went out first and extended her hand to Princess Jiyanah to guide her down the carriage. Princess Jiyanah was holding a blue box with her other hand. It wasn't heavy so she personally carried it since the maid was the one who held the umbrella over them as they walked to the dungeon's entrance. The soldiers guarding there greeted her politely and did not asked anything. They must have known what had happened back at the trial ground yesterday. After the maid folded the umbrella back and left it on one of the guard

Besides, he firmly believed Mordu Casino-Palace would thrive under Edwin’s control. Early in the morning the following day, Harvey was about to have his breakfast in the casino-palace’s garden when a few Rolls Royces with license plates from the embassy charged right in. A large number of knights stepped out of the cars immediately. The bossy fourth princess emerged from the car in the middle. She was clad in jewelry from head to toe. A crown sat on top of her head, painting her in an enchanting image. Her elite aura could clearly be felt. She kicked down the two large dogs sitting at the entrance before marching fiercely into the garden with her knights.

The lower city of the Crestwood royal territory was alive with brilliant colors, loud music, and the delicious smell of roasted meats. Long red silk streamers hung from the high stone balconies, and thousands of pack members lined the wide cobblestone streets, eager to catch a glimpse of the royal procession. I sat inside an open-topped golden carriage lined with soft purple velvet cushions. I wore an elegant white silk gown embroidered with silver thread, the royal crown sitting lightly atop my dark hair. My pregnancy bump was prominently displayed, making me look every bit the royal mother and Queen.

“Bring the Princess to the Healers’ Wing. Now.” The Three Thrones stood on the hovering platform. The Solaris Emperor and Empress looked tense. The Moon King watched silently—expression unreadable. The Noctis High Lord leaned forward, studying Alessia with interest. Guards rushed in formation. A stretcher was offered. Kael glared at it. “I’m carrying her.” “No,” Ariadne said. “We carry her together.” Kael nodded and lifted Alessia carefully, cradling her against his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder. She whispered faintly, “Don’t… drop me…”

He had knelt by my bed just like this, promising me sincerely, "Seraphina, I swear, I will use all my strength to ensure a life of glory and peace for you and our child." How ridiculous. The Alpha who once swore to protect us with his life was now personally ending our child's life for another woman. I didn't want to look at his fake, loving face anymore. I felt nauseous. "I'm a little tired. I want to rest in my room." Kael immediately offered, "I'll carry you up." I shook my head, avoiding his outstretched hand. "No need. The ritual is tomorrow. You must have a lot of preparations to make and reports to give to the Elders. You go ahead. I can walk myself."

My heart plummeted. My chambers were unrecognizable. Everything I owned lay scattered across the marble. My books, my gowns, my carved wooden chests, my pressed flower collection, my training blades, my ink jars, my journals. All dumped in a heap as if someone had taken a giant shovel and decided, yes, this is the appropriate method of organizing a princess’s belongings. Guards stomped across the wreckage, crushing delicate things beneath their boots. I watched one step on a jar of rare ink with such enthusiasm that he might have been auditioning for a play titled How To Ruin Aveline’s Life In Ten Easy Steps.

Caspian whispered, "Forget it. He looks good even without eyeliner." At precisely 9:00 am, Ambrose made his way to fetch Larissa. Larissa wore an intricate pure white gown and had a veil draped over her beautiful face. Vincent, Liam, and Nicholas took on the role of flower boys and were responsible for holding up Larissa's wedding gown train. Ambrose slowly walked toward Larissa and took her hands in his. At the palace gates, there was already a royal carriage waiting for them. The front of the carriage was adorned with freshly picked flowers, and the coachman was impeccably dressed in riding attire.

The dream was between the real and the unreal feeling underneath the quagmire of Sumico’s thought, mind as well as perception. Princess Wang Xiu Mei found herself inside a carriage. The carriage was being pulled by a horse. Of course the horse was steered and controlled by a coachman. Princess Wang was seen somewhat frowning her forehead. Is it still far before I can go back to the palace? It seems that it hasn’t been this far before – the journey between the palace and the traditional market in the central city…