Novel & Cerita Princess Daisy Sarasaland

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

- I can see you're not missing any details. - No... I am very meticulous as it must be a princess. She said in a cheerful voice. Mirabelle turned to her and smiled. - I think you're ready. But you need one more thing. - What?" she replied. - My fiancé. I forgot to introduce you to him. He is a very handsome man... His name is Elzhar and he is the Sultan of Castamar but I think you already know that. She took an envelope from the table and handed it to the young woman. Kaya frowned and opened the envelope...

—I'm not going to make a fool of myself and say that I don't know how strong our bond is, but this is so unexpected and confusing – he sighs, shaking his head – finding out that I'm a supposed princess who was kidnapped, seeing the suffering of those I've now found to be mine parents and being carried by a complete stranger who is my partner – I can see the turmoil of feelings she is feeling and I want to beat myself up for not being able to help it. —I know it all seems pointless now, but in time you will understand the situation better. I just want you to know that everything will be in its own time, we have eternity ahead of us – I'm sincere and I get a smile that makes all the hell I spe

"When did she call?" “Did the princesa win your heart?” I scoff. “My heart? I would need to have a heart for someone to win it, no?” “You are right, you don’t have a heart because she has already taken it… so go home, she’s waiting for you. I know our rule is not to be there the morning after… but that’s for other women, not your reina.” Mi reina… “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just treated our guest well. Showed her exactly what this island has that England does not.”

I caught her hands before she could spiral further. “Daisy,” I said, calm but firm. “You’re the daughter of the Fiato Kingdom. You faced down assassins, tamed a wolf, and outwitted your brothers when they tried to keep you from Enrique. If you can survive that, you can walk down an aisle.” That got a round of chuckles from the girls, and Daisy swatted me lightly on the arm. “You make it sound like I’m a warrior.” “You are,” I said simply. “In your own way.”

exclaimed Sasha, nearly leaping out of her seat. "You know them?" innocently asked Luna as Sasha whipped her head toward the shorter girl, an expression of incredulousness displayed on her face. "How can you not know about them!? They're like super famous that even a village girl like me knows about them! That's Prince Zain, aka, the prodigy warrior prince, whose skills are unrivaled, not to mention his nickname is Dungeon Prince, Bearer of three Mysticals. While that girl next to him is the shining crown jewel princess of Rigel, who is spoken highly of across the Starry Galaxy. Praised for not only her selfless character, sense of justice, and intelligence, but of how she was chosen by a St

He looked at Damon and smiled, but Damon just stared at the young lady blankly. She got in front of them and stopped walking. “My King, My Queen, My Prince and Princess.” She uttered as sweetly as possible and bowed. She lifted her head and looked at Damon’s face to see if he had an impressed look, but he had a blank expression. “My name is Princess Kiara Edgar, from Ambersy Kingdom. I am a very hardworking woman who cares so much about who she loves. I believe if I marry the prince, I’ll take good care of him.”

“Daisie’s here too.” That was Nollace’s mother, Diana Sullivan, princess of Yaramoor. She was like the fairy tales, graceful and beautiful. Even though she was no longer young, her actions and etiquette showed that she wasn’t a commoner. Daisie walked into the room and nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Diana smiled, still gentle. “You can call me Aunt Diana.” She smiled shyly. “Aunt Diana.” Nollace sat in the chair. “Mom, how are you feeling?”