Princess Charlotte Of Clarence Novels & Stories

she said and slowly nodded her head. Her smile fell, and Romaine lifted her chin, striding quickly past him. Her dress flowed out around her and hugged everything from her hips up in a way that drove his hands to twitch for a completely different reason. If she had been a woman at the nightclub, he would’ve invited her back to his place once the club closed. But she was the hereditary Princess, the next in line at the throne of Deltora, and completely, utterly off-limits. ‘You must not touch her… You must not dream about her… She’s out of your league…’

a carriage? But then, I was wrong. I heard a knock. "it's open, come in" I answered and waited for someone to enter. It must be him. And then, I was shock when I saw Miss Sarah. "Miss Sarah?" I asked. I was expecting for Prince Philip to come by. "Good afternoon, Miss Amelia" she elegantly greeted. "oh, good afternoon" I answered and gestured her to sit down. I looked at the door and Prince Philip is not coming, is he not really gonna come today?

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

Bella's POV I woke up this morning with my alarm clock blaring in my ears. I moved my hand sleepy towards it and switched it off. I stretched and began humming to myself as I climbed out of bed. I walked to my vanity and applied minimal make-up to my face. I decided to go with a full on black outfit and settled with a black tank top and black skinny jeans, with my black vintage vans. The only thing that wasn't black was obviously my hair and the vintage sunglasses I put on my head. I did my blonde hair into a messy bun and headed to the kitchen. Everyone was there, my mother, father and brother. I pecked them all on the cheeks and quickly grabbed the toast out of the toaster and spread jam o

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

Besides, Charlotte is one of the people involved in the matter as he is the Crown Prince's fiance. I just can't believe that the emperor had awarded a person for being a candidate for the princess despite knowing that Charlotte and the Prince were still together. They said not to have any issues. The Crown Prince should be thankful because Charlotte is so kind. Despite his attitude, Charlotte still accepts him, or maybe Charlotte didn't know about his other personality, which he showed to me when we met? "Countess!" We saw Charlotte in our direction. She is wearing a beautiful pink dress. I'm sure she bought it at our boutique.

The indoor pool area seemed perfect, close enough to rejoin the party quickly, but secluded enough for a moment's peace. I sank onto a cushioned lounge chair with a grateful sigh and slipped off my shoes, massaging my aching arches. "Well, well. The princess needs a rest from her royal duties?" I jolted upright and turned to see Charlotte standing in the doorway, wearing a crimson dress that clung to her curves. "Charlotte?" I stood quickly, wincing as my bare feet hit the cool tile. "You weren't invited." She sauntered in, champagne glass dangling from her manicured fingers. "I'm a friend to the family so I'm automatically invited.” She grinned

It was Chamberlain not heir. “You served King Alfred? How come we are just seeing you for the first time?” one of the elders demanded sharply. “I served the crown, as my mother did before me.” Charlotte corrected evenly. There was a murmur of confusion, “But what does that have to do with claiming to be royal blood, you said you were the rightful heir?” another council member pressed, irritation rising. Charlotte lifted her chin and said replied “I am the previous king’s daughter and late Alfred was my stepbrother.”

' thought Charlotte with a smirk . In comparison to the other two princesses , Charlotte was different . Instead of enjoying her life as a princess , she works as a maid in the castle . Her father didn't love her and her mother had lost his favor when she was born because Charlotte was a girl and not a boy . Charlotte had brown curly , medium length hair and brown eyes . Her skin is white like the snow and her lips pink like a delicate rose . The queen , didn't like Charlotte at all so she forced her and her mother to work as maids . Charlotte didn't want to see her mother working as a maid so she took her place and worked even her mother's shifts . The two stepsisters would try everything t