Novel & Cerita Princess Hours Thailand Season 2

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

Veyron Vast stone walls enclosed the throne room, amplifying every breath. High ceilings disappeared into shadows. A massive tapestry hung behind the throne, depicting a wolf under a blood-red moon. Its eyes, glowing like embers, tracked every movement with chilling precision. Guards in polished black armor stood at rigid attention. Their faces were impassive, but their eyes betrayed unease. At the foot of the raised dais, disheveled captives knelt, their heads bowed low. Their clothing was torn, stained with the gore of battle. Chains hung from their wrists.

Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same. She walked in in her magenta pantsuit, braids down to her waist, and those rhinestone glasses that looked like they belonged in a K-pop music video. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just… looked at me. Her heels clicked like punctuation marks. And then she paused. Her eyes raked me from head to toe. She timed the fur coat. The white boots. The pearl clips. She tilted her head. "You borrowed my style."

Chapter one The princess's choice When a prince decides to take a commoner as a wife, he has to forfeit his throne to any of his siblings, and where he has none, a member of the extended family takes over the throne. Having seen that Prince Charles has decided to spend the rest of his life with Renee, his girlfriend from a poor home. He was asked to detach from the throne. Where Isabella took over. Isabella, for her part, had a handsome, tall, gentle bodyguard, Christian, who took over from her formal guard, Tony, who had gone for paternity leave and didn't return; rather, he was transferred to another section.

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

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

I stood beside her, mimicking her stillness. The princess stirred. She yawned theatrically before sitting up, her long golden hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. Her eyes lazily scanned the room and landed on me. A cruel smile curved her lips. “Ah, the little slave is still here. I expected you to run again.” She stretched. “Disappointing.” I bowed my head. “Good morning, Princess.” Suri moved first, stepping forward with a basin of warm water and a fresh cloth. I followed closely, pouring rose-scented oil into the tub, doing exactly as I’d been instructed the night before.

She is a Catwoman right now. Slowly, Princess Trisha from a corner, slowly moved swiftly sneaking in the dance floor from pair to pair; her every stride seemed to know fully well where to go. In her hand is a small silver ice pick, covered by her worn black gloves. A while ago, Dareon was actually surprised when he saw Second Princess Trisha get out of the ball hall and went inside the comfort room. Furrowing and following what his instinct and his apparition were telling him; he followed the Second Princess until she reached the women’s comfort room. Before getting inside the comfort room, the Second Princess even made some left and right glances to check if someone was around. Dareon hid o

The ringing in my head was back, a dull throb behind my eyes and my hands quivered at the mention of the offending utensils. Anne looked from me to Liam, her expression hardening again. "There has to be a mistake. My sister is not a thief. Perhaps this 'security footage' is faulty, or someone is mistaken." She fixed a demanding stare on the market guard. "You will review this footage immediately, and you will treat the Princess with the respect she deserves. She is the future Queen of Equedore!" Liam, still with that serious look on his face, said, "With your permission, Princesses, it would be best to return to the palace now. Given the… unusual nature of the situation and Princess Isla's s

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