Princess Hours Drama Novels & Stories

I tried to reason out. Nikita shook her head in dismay and crossed her arms. “Your beauty is useless when you don’t take care of it. The prince is looking for you. Do you know how princesses from other kingdoms spent an entire three to five hours just to dress up well and do their makeup by the handmaids with intensive care? That is because they are going to introduce themselves as the princes in our kingdom!” I caressed my nape. “Well, it is not my first intention to dress up for the prince. I didn’t even know that he is here-"

I wonder what was that and why me ! such bad nightmare . Once sun threw her strings declaring her time worthy to be in the show, i quickly left my room and went to my mom's , just to threw myself on her fragile body to get her hug that's so healing to my soul ,she made me forget about it with only touching my hair and we carried on our daily adventure in our life , where I have to read a book a day , cook a meal with the maids, clean afterwards for sure , take my lessons in healing and equestrian , you might wonder how can a princess be raised like this specially under her mother's provision who is quietly the rightful queen and initially a former princess.

The princess did not live with other monsters, and she was lucky to live with a kind and loving angel like Lord Deiter. As the years went by, they became close and inseparable. Though of course, they haven't had sex yet. By the time the princess was 18 years old, she had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Harlow's signature perfect beauty. Her big eyes remain. And now she was as tall as the lord's ears. That night, the lord found the princess sitting naked on the bed. He knew that the princess must be waiting for him. This night was their first night, that was six years too late

The queen thought that Meela was talking about her daughter serving the princess whereas, Meela was saying that the princess would serve her daughter. She suddenly pretended to be in pain and quickly dropped her daughter on the princess's bed. The maid stood up to take Meela's daughter away from the bed but as she got closer, Meela held her hands and fell on the floor as if her stomach were in pain, causing the maid to fall with her in the process. When the queen walked to the bed and looked at the girls, she saw Meela's daughter as the princess and saw the princess as Meela's daughter. She kept staring at the two girls until Meela stood up and quickly apologized, explaining that she had jus

RPOV—One Month Later Lissa was beside me, her delicate fingers gripping the sleeve of my turquoise dress. She was chewing on her glossed lip, dying to hear Prince Adrian's words travel from his mouth to her ears. "Can you believe a month has gone by already, Rose? Time progresses so quickly, and now we're about to find out who's going to be the Princess or Queen of England!" my stepsister gushed, barely able to contain herself.

****** AN HOUR LATER AT NIGHT Ashley stared at herself in the mirror and smiled, she looked so beautiful but why? Why the hell is she dressed this way if nothing is going on and where the hell is Hayden? Why isn't he here? Where the hell has he been and why hasn't Bryan shown up again? And where the hell is the Princess? Ashley hasn't seen her since she walked out an hour ago. Ashley sighed and played with her fingers. “What's wrong ma’am? You don't like the look?” A maid asked and she turned to the maid with a smile.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

So with such reason to reckon with, he pulled it down the wall, carried it to the corner and had it placed in the floor, having its back facing towards his direction. Staring at what seemed foolishness for so doing, Jion only shook his head and finally left it there . *** The princess looked at the gigantic and rather expensive interior of the palace in the east kingdom. They had arrived a little hour ago and they were being ushered inside the ambitiously designed ball. The prince wore his finest suit while she matched his elegance with her special tailored dress. It had seamed of pure gold along her waistlines. Though it barely shows any skin on her body, she was stunning as what her mai

"Hmm? You did well, honey. Its pretty and I'm sure your friend will love it." "Thank you, daddy!" "Hey, mom!" [Princess?] "What is she doing now?" [She's fitting her dress, sweetie.] "What time would you possible go here?" [Around 1 hour I guess? Don't worry we'll be safe.] "Okay! Take care mom!" I ended the call and look around for the last time. "Prea, I'm going to get some retouch and please guide some maids okay? I'm expecting you to do your best."

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.