Princess Elena Theme Song Novels & Stories

The room went dead silent. Every drum froze. Every flute faltered. The air thickened. And then one lone drumbeat resumed. Slow. Deep. Measured. Elena moved. It wasn’t graceful at first she wasn’t trained like the others. But she had rhythm, and rage, and something wild inside her that the desert heat only amplified. Her hips swayed to the beat, her arms lifted, her body finding the music like it had been waiting for this moment all her life. The prince’s gaze sharpened.

He shouted. "To us!" They all replied after him and each had their drink all gulped down as the music was played silently while some glided on 4he dance floor. "Elena, how are you? It's so good to see you back. You are looking like a princess." Tianah complimented Elena who seemed to be blushing. "Your grace, you are not looking bad either. Is that our prince from that day?" She asked, pointing at Eleanor. "Yes, he is. How time flies huh?" She smiled at Elena who nodded in affirmation.

Princess Elena has no picture of her in G****e. Dropping his phone, he started arranging his things he would need in going to Eras Kingdom and find a way to become friends with the Princess. Or better still enter the palace like the deadly ninja Demon he is and slay the princess. He chose the later one. **** ERAS KINGDOM: Princess Elena woke up to the sound of a knock on her room door. Getting up from bed, she went to open the door and saw her younger sister, Eva.

Then, she’s here with her friends. “Wait a second!” Elena called out their attention which brought them to a halt. “You were Magicians?” The two stared at each other confused. “Yes,” Alfredo told her. “As you are.” “No,” Elena replied. “You two must have played something in my mind. I am Elena, Princess of Boldon, Granddaughter of the High King. By his Highness’ name, return me home,” she commanded. Alfredo laughed heartily. “You never said you are cool.”

Mariah replied, her eyes still on the maid. “Pardon me, princess, I have come to check if you are awake. The King is waiting for you to have breakfast with him,” the maid said. “Oh, may I know your name?” “You may address me as Elena, princess,” she bowed. “I am from the Blue Dragon clan, and my King has appointed me as your personal handmaiden. I do hope you forgive me for the purple clan maidens' action towards you last night. I assure you that I will not be like them, so I beg you, do not treat me with the hatred meant for them.”

“We should be on the air by now. “I can't be late. Why is it taking so long? Elena tried to ignore the murmur around her. Flying made her a little nervous and the last thing she needed was to think about some problem with the plane. Then a voice began to sing... Elena shivered. Don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep. 'Cause I'd miss you, babe And I don't wanna miss a thing. 'Cause even when I dream of you. The sweetest dream will never do. I'd still miss you, babe. And I don't wanna miss a thing

Cristelle shouted again. Cristelle glared to the civilian that she captives. They were scared as Cristell glared at them. " YOU!! ALL OF YOU!! DID YOU KNOW THAT YOUR SO-CALLED PRINCESS IS NOW DEAD? DID YOU THOUGHT THAT SHE IS THE ONE WHO CAN SAVE YOU ALL, HUH?? NOOOO!! YOU WILL BE MY CAPTIVES FOREVER!! SO NOW, WHILE I'M STILL CALM AND WHILE I STILL CAN CONTROL MY TEMPER, TELL ME WHERE IS YOUR DUMB, WORTHLESS, AND WEAK PRINCESS!!! "

She started to cry, just thinking about all the things that happened in her life. Andre was shocked as he asked "so... you are the most beautiful princess of the star moon pack, Princess Elena moon?". Elena nodded her head and says "yes" Then he smiled and says "I believe you and I won't tell this to anyone so you can go back, Alpha king will be looking for you". Elena was confused seeing the sudden change in his emotion but she nodded her head, thinking about Ashton, and walks out of the room.

Talk about temptation. "What do you think you are doing?!" I prompt myself on my elbows, pulling the covers to my chest as I watch him slide his arm under me. He pulls me flush against him, his hand forcing my head gently on his chest. "Are you trying to write me a death sentence? Princess Asta Eragonia will have my head for this!" I force myself off, barely making any distance. "So much to be loyal to your queen," I state in an incriminating tone. "I am loyal to my Queen." he declares.

I said, my voice dropping into a dark, powerful tone that I barely recognized as my own. Marcus stepped forward from his position by the heavy oak doors. His jaw was set tight, and a look of profound respect shone deep within his grey eyes as he looked at me. “You look like your mother, Victoria,” Marcus said, his voice low and serious. “Princess Elena wore the red silk when she rode into the winter borders to slaughter the rogue fighters fifteen years ago. You have her exact stance.” I shifted my weight slightly on the velvet podium, watching how the heavy red silk moved smoothly around my bare thighs.