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William said softly, pulling out the chair for me. Reluctantly, I nodded and took the seat, with William settling into the chair beside me. To my surprise, I found myself enjoying the governor's party far more than I had expected. It was filled with exquisite food, lively entertainment, and warm laughter. Sitting beside the governor and his family felt surprisingly comfortable, their hospitality making me feel at ease. "The chef makes the best shrimp. You must try it, Sophia," Ophelia said, pushing a plate toward me with a kind smile. She then turned to William. "You too, sir," she added, noticing that he had only taken a small portion of the wings.

“Farm-fresh pork cuts, boneless thighs, chicken gizzards—smoked and sealed just this morning.” I barely had one foot on the ground when a voice sliced clean through the din. “So this is the famous Matthias supply?” The crowd thinned slightly, just enough for her to step through. And that’s when I saw her. She didn’t need an introduction. Crown Princess Miranda of Havindelle. My gut tightened. Tall. Regal. Radiating control. She wore a floor-length skirt that shimmered as she moved and a gold-threaded blouse that screamed power without trying.

The palace gates had not stood this tense in years. Guards lined the walls in double ranks, spears gleaming in the afternoon sun. Banners fluttered above, the silver wolf of her family’s crest snapping in the breeze. From the balcony above the courtyard, Elara’s breath clouded faintly against the cool air. Her palms gripped the railing, hidden by the folds of her gown. She forced her shoulders back, her chin high, every inch the princess she was expected to be.

She bore King Pose three sons: Prince Paray Pose, Prince Prang Pose, and Prince Pangaman Pose. Prince Paray, known for his rebellious spirit, married Clan Lady Cohung Dihum despite familial objections. Prince Prang followed a more traditional path, marrying Princess Nokis Iyak from a middle-class kingdom, while Prince Pangaman remained single, dedicating himself to the kingdom’s affairs. Second wife: Consort Saruy Kiap, a woman of grace and patience, gave the king a son and a daughter: Prince Roney Pose and Princess Rose Pose. Both children were admired for their diplomatic skills and kindness.

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t