Princess Fiona Crown Novels & Stories

Queen Amelia changes her soft features and faces the gathering once more and says, “With the placing of the Queen's crown on Emma’s head…” I jump slightly as Finn surprises me again as he walks up next to Amelia with a small rose gold crown set with lots and lots of red rubies. Finn steps forward and places the crown on my head and again I feel that slight wave of power flow through me, even though I am not sure why I kept feeling it. Amelia then continues, “People of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, I would like to present to you your Crowned Queen Emma Mason and your Crowned Prince Adonis…”

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

She didn't expect that the crown prince would be like a cute puppy, his eyes sparkling. "It's up to you if you trust me your highness, but friends should trust each other because that's what friendship is." The crown prince was really surprised when he saw her inside this greenhouse, he didn't expect that someone would discover and get interested in this room. This is his first time meeting someone that treats him equally as her, if someone will treat him like this he would probably head that person but the woman besides him? He thinks he can't do that, the way she treated him is like she knows that he's also a human that bears pains and should be treated right. He can't feel being disrespec

The sight of an older woman clad in red robes came into view. "Oh, my heavens, you are just as lovely as her." My lips curled in a shy smile as the woman advanced forward, "Who are you, please?" "Forgive my manners." She laughed softly. "I am Maura. I oversee the female slaves." "I am—" "Princess Fiona." Her brown eyes lit up as she pronounced my name. "Not a princess anymore." "Oh, nonsense, dear," she shook her head. "It is here," she stamped her palm over her heart, "Not in your clothes or finery."

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

“Fifty thousand gold pieces on decorations and gardens? Is she out of her mind?” "She believes it is appropriate for someone of her station," Orren said diplomatically. "Her station," I repeated bitterly. "She is no longer queen. She has no right to spend kingdom funds like this." "She claims the expenditures are reasonable given her position as queen mother," Orren explained. "Reasonable," I said flatly. "There is nothing reasonable about this." "There is more," Orren said hesitantly. I looked up at him. "What else?" “She has brought Princess Liora to the palace.”

Most women would’ve coward before me and begged for mercy, not beaten up one of my guards and taken off through the snow. “Princess Fiona is now safely tucked away in the north tower,” he confirms. “I assigned Liora as her lady-in-waiting.” I arch an eyebrow. “Liora? Really? She agreed to that?” Ronan shrugs. “I have my ways.” “You convinced our most capable female warrior to babysit the princess, help her get dressed, and fix her hair?”

And I knew there was going to be a lot of money made. "Alright Ladies and gentlemen! Queen Elara's crown going for $10 million! Going once!" the auctioneer announced and the hall room suddenly came alive. "$15 million!" Harrison announced and Fiona gave a mocking smile in Dominic's direction. "Let's see you beat that, Brokie!" Fiona scoffed and I resisted the urge to put her in her place. Instead I turned to Dominic. "Don't let them rile you up. We can just let it all go now. It's really not a big deal to get that crown." I urged Dominic, but he shook his head affectionately.

‘Don’t forget . ‘I know. I know.' Flora said. ‘I’ve got the binoculars here.' She waved them. ‘As soon as the Princess gets out of the car, I’m to see what colour gown she’s wearing, then call Annie and tell her. Annie will then get the hairpiece ready and take it to you.' Electra nodded. Princess Ileana Lahina was famous for wearing flowers in her hair. Her grandfather approved of her carrying on the tradition of flower-wearing, and the Princess’s long dark hair was certainly conducive to it.