Novel & Cerita Princess Carrying

Ich ignored her sassy remark as he just finished examining her, looking into her eyes as he spoke. "You got too many scratches. Can you walk?" Alesteria pointed at her legs that have given up on her as she answered. "Well, mister. If you can see, I lost my energy on my legs." "Then I have no choice." Ich carried Alesteria, a princess carry for that matter, as Alesteria almost fell but she wrapped her arms on Ich's neck as he adjusted how he carried her; his hand on her back and the other under her knees.

Fireworks and firecrackers echoed throughout the entire Chancellor Residence. The Princess' entourage from the New World looked impressive and grand; it included hundreds of thousands of soldiers and servants. A beautiful palanquin covered in fresh flowers was in the middle of the entourage; Princess Yvonne was in it. "We're inviting Princess Yvonne to please step out of the palanquin!" A servant's voice shouted. As he spoke, the palanquin descended to the ground slowly. Moments later, an attractive body stepped out of the palanquin. It was Yvonne.

~Oyon~ I shake and nod my head all at once. I watch her smooth hands hover around where she begins massaging a coconut-smelling oil on my skin. I have no doubt the dragon kept that shit in my room. That prince is big on skincare and stuff. Can spend hours looking at the mirror and practicing skincare routines or whatever it is he chooses to call it.

"Principessa..." After that, he took her again and again, but he never spoke of love. He knew her love for him wasn't nearly as deep as the love he kept buried. If he confessed, he was afraid the princess would take his love for granted. He was even more afraid she'd get bored and run. "Boss, we're here." Marco's voice pulled him back to reality. The car was already at the private airfield.

I want the best one to teach you everything about carrying a royal pup. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see. “There’s G****e for a reason, Adrian. There are books in the library. I don’t need special nurses hovering over me.” ‘Behave,’ he scolded gently. You’re carrying a royal pup. It’s not a G****e thing. It's different. It can be tricky and I’m not taking any chances with you or our baby.’ I exhaled sharply and shut him out of the link before he could launch into another lecture.

As the radiant moon cast its luminous glow upon the cobblestone pathway leading to the grand palace, Princess Arabella arrived in a carriage adorned with cascading roses and gilded accents. The carriage, drawn by majestic steeds, moved gracefully, the gentle clip-clop of their hooves resonating in the crisp night air. "Bella! Stop fidgeting with your fingers," Gina chastised her friend gently, a playful edge to her voice. "You're making me nervous too."

He smirked. "Ohhh daddy, I am so excited," I chirped. "Go get ready, princess," He added, and I nodded. I went inside my room. Everything was already packed, so I didn't need to do anything. It was only that I had to find something good for shopping. I wore a sundress reaching my upper thighs. I made my hair into a braid. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with my look. I heard a knock on the door and I knew daddy was standing by for me. He looked handsome, like always standing by me.

She could arrive in a bin bag and no-one would comment. “What you’re wearing is perfect,” I say trying to soothe her, she doesn’t need to worry. I thought the princess doesn’t worry about anything, let alone what people think of her, she never used to. It frustrates me a little with how timid she is, she seems scared but I can’t place it. I can hear her heart, it’s beating at least 100bpm. What the hell is she scared of? Me?

Was it greed or the thought of our son becoming a prince? “Are you serious?” Her sister, Ashley, gave me a nod. “Yes, she’s serious.” She smiled. “Should we carry our own suitcases, or is one of your…guys going to do it for us.” She looked over at Dalton. Audrey covered her mouth and giggled. “Please excuse my sister.” She sighed, shaking her head. I grinned. “No, your sister is right.” I agreed. “I can’t let the mother of the prince of Penevia carry her own stuff to the palace—“

“Not necessary. I’ll take care of her myself.” In her entire life, she had never imagined she would enter the Palace of Occasus, the home of vampire monarchs and the grandest building in the world, being carried by their crown prince, the one who would become the most powerful king on earth. But this was not a beautiful love story. She was not her bride although he was carrying her bridal style. She was his prisoner, a willing one at that.