Princess Hazel Novels & Stories

The hall erupted into delighted murmurs. “How fortunate Princess Hazel is,” one noblewoman exclaimed warmly. “Only a few months after her marriage and already with child. Congratulations, Your Highness.” Servants hurried from the hall to deliver the news. “Quickly—inform Prince Alexander at once.” Ladies gathered around me in excitement. “Congratulations, Princess Hazel.” Among them, Ava Miller stepped forward slowly. “Congratulations, dear sister,” she said with a soft smile that did not reach her eyes.

“Get to the point. Where is the Harrison daughter now?” Ms. Odessa’s smile widened, slow and deliberate, like she had been waiting for that exact question. “She’s someone you already know,” she said calmly. “Someone you never suspected.” My chest tightened. “And she’s not just anyone,” Ms. Odessa continued. “She’s Freya.” The room seemed to tilt. Malum froze. For the first time since I’d known him, real shock crossed his face—raw, unmasked. I felt it too, a cold wave rushing through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

I got off of Viex to face him fully. I have to admit that I almost forgot that he was going to be here with all that has happened. Fred, the new King of Hazel, was accompanied by two attendants who were looking at me warily. I frowned at their gazes. It was pretty obvious which side they were on. The king of Hazel followed my gaze when he noticed the look on my face. “If you two have a problem with me talking to the princess then you are both dismissed.” He simply told them.

Irene's voice came from the hallway. Turning her head she found Irene and Hazel approaching them. Hazel had changed into a clean dress and her hair was still wet from the bath. She seemed to be walking just fine. Klara guessed that Irene's must have used some magic to heal her leg. "I see you have already met." Irene smiled as she looked between Klara and the man standing next to her. "Hazel this is Roshan, he is part of my family and this is princess Hazel." Irene introduced them to each other.

the woman replied in annoyance. "She didn't say and just left when I said you're taking a bath." So there are three princesses. I remember the woman in the garden is named Hazel, and the servant called her First Princess Hazel just now. Since Dianne is the Third Princess, then this woman might be the Second Princess. This is interesting. Since this princess sneaks in just now and knows her way around, she might be hiding a secret. Hm? More importantly, she's no weakling. Her movements are agile and I can tell she's very fit.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and even though there’s no space between us, it was like we couldn't get close enough. Hazel laughed against my mouth. “In case you didn’t guess this last night, I don’t care about what anyone says or thinks. Not about this.” She pushed me back onto a couch, climbed on top of me, her messy bun had loosen and so her golden curls are cascading in a curtain down toward my face. “But maybe you’re right,” she says. “Maybe I’m just a bad girl who does naughty things. After all, no one ever taught me to behave.”

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

Nimuel gaped at him, "Haz'th, is the Princess... dangerous?" Haz'th chuckled. "Only the reflection, Lady Nimuel. Princess Saayan is as just a ruler as they come, but she does not have a very friendly personality. She is seriously misunderstood, but her subjects revere her." They crossed a small wooden bridge near the edge of the forest, to a small alcove. This place looked like a small and simple village- a few wooden huts and a few cattle roaming around. To Aelanor, it looked as mundane as a rustic mortal village hamlet.

But sadly, the healer requires the blood of a lady, which means Hazel. The same Hazel that has been serving us in the past. The same Hazel who has always been a nobody? If only this had happened earlier, I'm sure it wouldn’t have taken this long to get her head and blood into my bare hands. I sighed, moving closer to my baby. She lay on her back, hands stretched, legs stretched. Her black eyeballs were up, ahead of the white ones, refusing to close. I let out a sigh, looking at some white particles streaming out of her nose, down to her shrunken mouth, with a few little flies perching around it.

Our eyes meet and a gentle smile grows on my lips. Hazel's hair is thrown up in a messy bun. Little baby hairs are sticking out here and there, and she's still dressed in the same baggy t-shirt and black yoga pants that she was wearing last night. She needs a shower, and a nice meal like I was used to preparing for my Luna. Her eyes that were once dull suddenly fill with a light as she looks at me.