Novel & Cerita Princess Elena Theme Song

While in the Luna's room, Princess Bethany came to have a talk with Gabriel mum, as they spotted Elena coming to the palace The Luna went downstairs, so princess Bethany was just eavesdropping on there conversations. She had been watching the whole thing secretly, and it made her feel super satisfied. So, the princess wanted to team up with The Luna am coke up with an evil plan to use Elena to get what she wanted, and things were going exactly how they wanted it to. So, things were getting more and more complicated for Elena as she tried to be with Gabriel, and Princess Bethany's plans are getting even more corny and cruel.

****AN HOUR LATER**** Elena was walking back to her room with Ava trailing behind her. She was still walking when she suddenly caught sight of a girl with Leonard, they were talking. She stopped walking immediately as a frown appeared on her face. "Who is she?" Elena asked, her eyes on the girl who was busy smiling and touching Leonard all over. "She is Princess Emily, Luna Mila's daughter" Ava replied and Elena scoffed, she started walking to them immediately. Leonard suddenly turned and his eyes widened when he saw Elena walking towards them with a deep frown, seems like he smelt her presence.

Zibor, amused, kissed her hand. “And this must be your Luna. Exquisite.” “Queen Luna,” Fiorella corrected smugly. I let it pass. She was not my queen. The orchestra hushed, announcing Lord Nathan Gray and his wives—Claire of France, Inessa of Russia—that's the vampire princess, and Elana of Scotland—each breathtaking, each introduced with ceremony. Gray kissed hands and lingered with the youngest, Elana, whose blush betrayed her. “The lucky bastard,” Zibor muttered. I disagreed. My Temptress was worth more than all three combined. The room had yet to meet her.

To her shock, Prince Adrian stood there, his presence both commanding and unexpected. Her heart raced as she quickly bowed her head. "Can I help you, Prince Adrian?" "Come with me," he whispered, his voice deep and calm. Without hesitation, Elena followed him through the corridors and out into Luna Gladys' magnificent butterfly garden. The air was fragrant with blooming flowers, and butterflies flitted gracefully around them. "Why have you summoned me here, Prince Adrian?" Elena asked, her voice trembling as she tried to steady her nerves. Prince Adrian turned to her, his expression solemn. "Let’s settle this once and for all," he said.

I turned to see princess Ellen and Selene walking towards me. They had on a semi formal dress. A sundress, black heels, their hair up in a sleek back ponytail and tiaras on their head indicating their statue—-Ellen’s own almost as big as Diamond’s, notifying that she is next in line to the throne, if anything were to happen to Kael. “Princess Ellen, Selene.” I greeted them with a little smile. “Oh thank goddess, it is really you.” Ellen said with excitement as she pulled me into a hug.

Then smiled wider. “Oh,” she said softly. “You will not be a princess.” Liniluna tilted her head. “No.” A small pause. “After you,” she continued, “I would rather be the next queen.” Kael’s attention sharpened, not in alarm, but approval. “A reasonable succession plan,” he said. As Aelira laughed quietly, the sound dissolving the last formality from the room. Plans were spoken of carefully after that. Not declarations. Intentions. “We will request an audience with your parents within the week,” Kael said. “Properly.”

“You will come into this world, my love.” Her hand caressed the curve of her stomach. “Mommy won't let anything happen to you.” Tears burned Angela’s eyes. “You are destined to become the next queen. You will do what I couldn’t.” Elena’s expression hardened. “And Kesha will not succeed. I will never let her succeed in her mission.” Determination flashed across her face as she began chanting in an unfamiliar language. ‘Mom... what are you doing?’ Angela frowned at her words in confusion. Suddenly Elena screamed. Very hard. The sound ripped through the room.

Elaine waited for them to take hold of her, to break her into pieces like a porcelain doll- just like they had shattered Melanie. “Miss Elaine.” The familiar voice of the headmistress carried down the hall. The men's armor seemed to melt from the crimson memory to the pristine ivory of the palace. It wasn’t the men who had brought blood and fire to her world; it was the spotless royal guard. It was the very guard she would one day be a part of, that was, if they didn’t catch her with the book. The thought resounded like an alarm bell in her mind.

Nobles pressed close, their questions and compliments sticky as honey. “Princess, the envoys must be charmed by your grace.” “Elara, will you not dance tonight? The hall begs for it.” “You sit beside Kieran so well—you already seem matched.” Each word felt like a chain tightening around her throat. She smiled, nodded, let the words slip past her lips like a mask—but inside, her wolf snarled. When she finally stole a moment of silence, Serenya appeared at her side. “Elara.” The girl’s smile was soft, her gown gleaming pale green, delicate as springtime. “You look radiant tonight.”

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew