Princess House Cookware の小説・ストーリー

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

She asked. "Yes, baby. It is. A real tiara for my little princess", Charles replied. "Mummy", she said and moved to sit beside her mother on the couch. "Are you feeling sick again?" "Just a little, princess. Don't worry, I'll be fine and we'll bake our Christmas cookies like always." "Yeah! Don't worry, mummy. I will take care of you. You will be fine." "Thanks, baby." "Mummy?" "Yes." "Can I become a real princess that lives in a big castle?"

Handing over the container to HenYu I examine the other items placed on the wooden rack. "Whoa," he pulls me to his side "Look at these KeKe," he giggles like a kid, behaving like we are here for him. My eyes glints in awe looking at the carved hairpins, selecting the three most appealing ones I try to choose one. HenYu and I keep on examining each one of the three to choose the best one. "Which one is good?," I ask him my eyes admiring the neat cutwork. I haven't bought her any hairpins so I think this will make her happy, it's really worth to bring him along.

Kat, with the case in hand “Alright Ladies, do I have a treat for you, come and pick out a piece of jewellery.” The women look very excited at this but Princess Rota looked sceptical. Kat opened the case up on the coffee table. “Wow” the women exclaimed these are beautiful.” There was about 8 different pieces of jewellery, bracelets, earing sets, necklaces and hair adornments, all looking like real gold and precious gems.

a sales associate asked gently. “I’m looking for good cookware. Beginner-friendly. Price doesn’t matter.” Obviously, because she wasn’t the one paying. “Of course. May I ask if it’s for yourself or a gift?” Did Hannah really look like she could afford anything here? “It’s for a gift.” “Alright, in that case, we actually have a recommended gift set.” The sales associate showed her a set of heart-shaped pink pans with gold-coated handles. “If you’d like to give this to newlyweds, it’s perfect.”

Shaking off the thought, she walked into the mansion. Inside, Princess sat in the center of the vast living room, her eyes glued to a phone that looked more like a piece of jewelry than a device. It was a limited-edition holographic sapphire handset, featuring a seamless, translucent glass body that shimmered with a metallic cobalt finish. Its edge-to-edge display didn't just show images; it projected a soft, ambient glow around her fingers, and the camera lenses were recessed behind a smart-tinting crystal back. The phone immediately caught Isabella's attention as she was about to climb upstairs. she stared at it with admiration in her eyes. "Are you done staring at what you cannot afford?"

He kissed me warmly and led us out of the jewelry store. I led the way over to the next store that I would frequent when I needed things to make Queen Delia’s special stress creams and anything else she would need. This store also supplied the majority of spices and ingredients that we used in the palace’s large kitchen to feed the entire staff and Royal Family. It had been a while since I was here. “Hey Karen! Good to see you again!” The shop keeper, Scott, greeted happily. “Greetings Scott! How have you been?” I asked as he walked with me over to the spice buckets. It always smells so good in here.

Kingston ordered, and Brent obliged, tight-lipped and muttering as he dragged a still arguing Alba out the door. The princess didn’t move. It hardly registered when Kingston reached her side and guided her to the chaise longue. Why would the people not know about all her hard work? She sacrificed daily for them and fought for the Parliament to focus on the good of the kingdom, their military, and their future generations. Why would they not know? “Have a drink, Ma’am,” Kingston urged and pressed a filled wine glass into her hand. She sipped it quite automatically. After a second thought, she chugged the wine until the glass was empty and the disbelief wore off enough for her to speak.

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.