Princess Hours Thailand Season 2 소설 & 이야기

She is one of my most popular bartenders, bringing in the best tips for the night, and I know taking her away for a few minutes might have cost us a few hundred dollars, but as my manager, I trusted her the most here. Looking back at Jessica, I notice that my Princess has already devoured her fries and is lying across the couch. Her eyes were closed, and I could tell by the way her chest moved up and down that she had fallen asleep. I get up from my chair and carefully take her phone from her hand and tuck it into her purse. “Hunter?” She mumbles, her eyes opening just a crack.

“But I cannot do it now or anytime during the Spring Festival.” “Why?” Zaina lost her spirit immediately and she started to sulk silently. “I am entertaining a beautiful lady until the end of the festival. So, I cannot teach you the sport. I cannot leave the lady alone. She is my first priority.” Kharal replied with a straight face and a small blush started to take over her pale cheeks. She averted her eyes away from him, unable to meet his deep gaze. “How adorable!!” He commented and once again, Zaina’s heart skipped a beat.

I told him, he took a step out the cell and looked back at me. "Got it, well princess, stay out of trouble until later", he said before using his speed to leave. So part one is finished now part two. After the sun came up, two women came to take me from the cells to the room where I was original staying. After using hypnosis on them, they both told Jackson that Damien was still in his cell. When we got to the room I saw a beautiful white gown laying on the bed. The older lady told me to take a shower its time to get ready for the ceremony. After a few hours of doing make up, hair and nails Jackson walked in and told me to put on the gown its time to go.

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.

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

Ally Rose's POV While in the shower, I scrub my hair in utter frustration. Truthfully, I arrived at my uncle's villa without the knowledge it's being rented out for the summer. Because I have the keys to the front door, and because my benevolent, wealthy uncle, Maurice Singer, granted me access to his luxurious beach house at anytime I desire to crash at the place, I took advantage of my annual leave at my uncle's firm and hopped into the next available flight to Miami right after ending my relationship of three weeks with a really cute doctor, hoping to have the entire house to myself. It was Selena I met first the minute I set foot in the house. She was at the kitchen island, nursing a cup

Her eyes lit up a bit, giving away her curiosity. Chloe nodded quickly, almost breathless with exaggeration. "They're saying Stelle is the princess!" The words came out in a rush, like she couldn't believe she was actually saying them. Her eyes were wide, her expression half in shock, half in awe. "What?" The word shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. It came out sharp and loud, full of disbelief. "Where did that even come from?"

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b