Princess Hazel Novels & Stories

Hazel called, walking towards me in her royal attire. Hazel had skipped the royal protocol of greeting the king and his lady. She had only acknowledged Hades before marching over to my side and pulling me into a much needed hug. It was hard to all Ignore how annoyed Astrid was, no one had really paid her any mind. “come on ladies, we should have a few things to entertain ourselves with before Alaric becomes a tyrant.” Hazel said. “Astrid, I am sure you must be tired after such a long journey, the maids are available to show you and your ladies to your quarters,” Hazel said to Astrid.

When we entered the grand room, I was greeted by the polite smiles of royalty, each prince standing in a neat row, their eyes flickering with hope, pride, or barely concealed impatience. The steward began to announce their names and titles one by one, each bowing deeply as I approached. I returned their bows with a smile that never quite reached my eyes, my hands clasped before me, fingers intertwined so tightly they ached. The taste of honey lingered on my tongue from the tea I had sipped earlier, though now it felt cloying, too sweet against the bitterness of my thoughts. The first prince had raven hair and eyes like shards of onyx he stepped forward, his smile almost too eager. I inclined

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

The Ceremony began the Elite taking the podium just off to the side, “I of The Elites welcome all of Ziion to a momentous occasion here today. Five days ago we mourned the passing of our King. Today we are here for Princess Rota, his daughter. But first I want to share with you a pre-recording of Princess Rota, sharing about some of Ziion’s amazing history she had recently discovered. The huge pieces of white Fabric lowered from the sides to form a curtain in front of the coffin, and Princess Rota image was projected onto them.

I didn't want to terrify her with my horrible smile. “What's your name?” I asked, my eyes sizing her. “Hazel ,” she said in a small voice. "Hazel Pratt" she added and it finally occurred to me why she seemed familiar, I had seen her picture before. She was my bride who had gone missing. She was Lucian’s daughter. I gasped at her in shock, as a smile crept my lips "What a blissful coincidence" she was both my mate and my runaway bride. What an interesting way fate works.

Vincent blinked innocently. The captain took a moment to grasp Larissa's words. He turned, took out his longsword at his waist, and pointed it at Ray. "You dare to disrespect the countess? Are you crazy?" Agnes stared, wide-eyed, as her clenched fists trembled slightly. She asked in disbelief, "Is she really a countess?" The captain replied coldly, "Yes, she's the only countess in the royal family. The person beside her is the Queen's daughter, Princess Rachel."

He didn't mention it because she would have gotten big head about it. She was a spoiled Princess but she was smart and useful. If only she acted like that more. She was honestly the first person that he had interacted like that with. She had a very interesting personality and he could not decide if she was annoying or not. The more she showed him her calm side he would rue it out but then a few seconds later something stupid would come out of her mouth and it would all get reversed.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

She can still somehow end up sounding fucking cute even when she’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt that stretches over her large breasts. “So, do you have a preference, Princesa? Blond hair, black hair? Blue eyes?” She blinks as she looks up at me, her cheeks tinting a pretty pink hue. “I do… Chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips… angled jaw…” She raises her hand tenderly, swallowing as she brushes her hand over my jaw. She’s describing me. “A few scars…” I grip her wrist, stopping her hand from travelling down my jaw. “Don’t…” I say quietly, swallowing hard.

She mentioned some good things that I did to for her. "I forgive you because you're like a son to me. It's hard for parents to stay mad at their kids for the rest of their lives, you know."She joked and I couldn't help but smile at her words and heaved a sigh of relief. Hazel has a heart of gold just like her mother's. It's such a shame that fate fucked up everything and now she is someone else's. I saw the prince's mark on Hazel's neck.He had already claimed her and even marked her with his scent.