Princess Doctor Novels & Stories

Likely a high-ranking official. “Her Highness will see you now,” he said. Princess Estelle of the imperial line, renowned for her grace, strength, and beauty, was just as striking in person as the whispers in the capital had claimed. “Your Highness, this is Doctor Blackthorn,” the werewolf introduced. The princess extended her hand, and I took it with a polite nod. “Dr. Blackthorn, I believe you have reviewed Aria’s medical reports?” “I have,” I replied. “Would it be alright if I take her pulse myself?”

Rhae paused and stood at attention, presenting the Princess, still holding on tight to her wrist. "I found thePrincesss, I rescued her from a fighting ring where they had been holding her hostage. The fighting ring has been taken care of by my guild. As a reward for her return, I ask only for an audience with the King." Rhae spoke as diplomatically as she could, making sure to enunciate every word.

, Doctor Anna said, bringing one of them in her arms, and a nurse beside her was carrying the second baby. Arya and Eden wasted no time in holding them in their arms. “My princess is so beautiful.”, Eden said, admiring the baby in her arms whose eyes were closed. “Even my princess is so adorable.” “Actually….” Doctor Anna paused before speaking, “they are not a princess but PRINCE, to be exact.” “What?”

Furthermore, she shakes the royal doctor's body in shock, "Are you okay, doctor William? Why do you look so petrified?" "You-Your Highness, Alphonso." When the name drops on William's mouth, the Princess and the Lady shivers in terror. Lady Genesis feels nature's slap of reality as she breathlessly wack, "N-no way!" ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

The doctor places his hands over my head. "Why do you keep calling me that? I mean, your highness?" "Because you are the prince. The supposed crown prince of Lycania whose title was stolen by his half-brother." My eyes wide, I watch as the newcomer steps inside, she does not look a day over forty but I can see the old age in her strides. "Doctor Carla." The doctor glances back and forth between Isabelle and the woman. "That is blasphemy!" He whisper-yells.

As soon as Maggie pulled it open, the doctor came bursting in. “I came as soon as I received your summons, Your Highness! Are you—oh.” I peered up when he entered and saw the unfiltered surprise on his face, seeing the prince in bed with an unknown woman. My face flushed. I realized the awkwardness of the situation he found himself in. “My apologies,” he muttered, embarrassed. “Perhaps I misunderstood something from the phone call. I can come back at a more opportune time if you’re so inclined.” “Please stay, Doctor Pearce,” Maggie pleaded. “Prince Xaden summoned you to examine his Luna Princess.”

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

I took the letter in my hands and continued reading. "I met people who lived with the princess in the temples when she was still doing charity work, and they told me about unusual situations, to say the least. The princess was constantly humiliated by everyone and forced into menial labor. I also met a doctor who runs a hospital in the favelas, he has great skills and told me about his very capable apprentice called Camellia." I recalled the day the princess proposed marriage to me, she was coming from the favelas at the time. "The doctor told me that the poor young woman was constantly mistreated by her relatives, as she always turned up with a new injury every time she went to the hospital

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.