Princess Ella's Novels & Stories

Doc listened attentively while Anna said, "my friend Ella, so badly wants to get married to the prince. She is beautiful, highly educated, well-mannered, and comes from a good family. She was among the damsels who showed up last week for the prince to choose his bride but he ended up running away for reasons best known to him." Doc thought back to that hilarious scene and smiled. Meanwhile, Anna continued, "Ella didn't know back then that you are friends with the prince otherwise I would have told you sooner. I've known of her admiration for the prince for so many years. She had seen him several times in London but was afraid to approach him as she did not know how he would react.

I gently reached out and straightened it for her. “I’m the only Princess in the land,” she said finally. “I don’t want to be replaced.” Edrick’s head snapped up. He looked at me with wide eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but I merely shook my head and nodded my head toward her, indicating for him to address his daughter, and not me. He slowly looked back at Ella and cleared his throat again. “Why do you think that you’ll be replaced, Princess?” he asked. Ella shrugged. “You guys went out all day without me and had lots of fun. If you’re already forgetting about me now, you’re just gonna replace me with the new baby.”

She said hurriedly. I stared at Princess Ella in shock. She was suprised at how direct she was. "I'm going to be here for whatever you need princess Ella." I said. "Great, let's start with you stop calling me princess Ella, Ella is ok when we're alone. I mean friends call themselves by name right?" "Ok." I said. She is unlike any princess Aurora has seen. Though she's the first princess she has met.

“For what?” “For choosing me. For fighting for me. For being home.” Jay looked at her, heart full. “You’ve always been home.” Ella waddled up to them and tugged at Riele’s dress. “Mama, sing.” “What do you want me to sing?” Ella twirled and announced dramatically, “The princess song!”

becomes the person he protects. NEW MISSION: PROTECT THE PRINCESS OF VALDORIA VIP ASSET- Name: Princess Elettra Eleanor Ravena Age: 24 Role: Princess of Valdoria, public face and privately restless. Appearance: Pale Mediterranean, high cheekbones, dark hair often worn loose or in constraining braids for formality. A guarded smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. Strengths: Political intelligence, fluent in diplomatic nuance, capable of hiding emotions behind courtly grace. Secretly trained in riding, fencing, a little marksmanship (modern princess who prepares quietly).

'Hey' She called as fay turn to her sharply. 'How long have you been standing there' Fay smiled 'Just the moment you are about to miss your step' he lied. He had witnessed the whole scenerio. 'Oh... well, thanks. I am Ella' She stretched out for a hand shake. 'Fay' he said faintly ignoring her hand as he dash out of her silently. Ella scoffed annoyingly. 'What...What the heck, did i just get rejected by that fellow.' < << The water rushed into her cupped hand, in between her fingers, draining into the sink hole profusely. Adele face looks pale, it easy revealed through the mirror she was standing in front of.

the Satyr said in a strong voice. "We, Princess Saayan of the Realm of the Shadows, and Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel, of the Eternal Utopia, accompanied by our entourage, have come to ask for help from Queen Elektra, of the Dream Isles," Aelanor announced. "Ah, yes. The Queen is expecting you all in her chambers," the Satyr said. "What do you mean, Sir?" Nimuel asked. "How could she possibly know of our arrival?"

Whenever she does this, I always find peace within me. “Let’s just pray for the Royal King’s condition, I know that the most powerful entity above will never let him be harmed because he is a good man, a good leader, and a good father.” Elia told me while still caressing my hair. Right now, I was closing my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling of being relaxed with her hands. “You are so grown up now, Princess Cassandra,” Elia said and that made me open my eyes and then I look at her, “I never thought you would grow up with the freedom that you always crave for. I am so glad you were able to attain that.”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

They’re here. Our so-called saviors are weaving on horseback in between the tall white cliff stacks that dot our landscape. I watch with interest as Elle quickly switches into princess mode. As always she is beautiful. Utterly regal. Midnight blue gown with a glittering cape swirling on the breeze. Her long chestnut hair is styled high with a diamond tiara twinkling enough to make me wince from eight stories above. With her hands clasped in front of her, servants scattering out of sight, she makes the perfect picture. Ready to greet her prospective husband. I’m still praying for a misshapen eunuch-ogre to jump off that leading horse.