Princess House Cookware Novels & Stories

I wanted everything to be perfect for her return. Tonight, I opened her jewelry box, and with a delicate cloth, I began to wipe the treasures that had been stored away for so long. The garnet ring, the golden topaz pendant, the emerald bracelet, deep green like a forest lake, and countless other dazzling diamonds, pearls, and agates. Each one was a work of art, and I loved how they adorned the Princess, making her beauty even more radiant, enhancing her regal aura.

Everyone started coming and I chose to stand still Until the Courtroom was filled again and Prince sat back on his throne again. Few minutes passed and everyone settled. " I want to say..." The prince started with his thundering voice. "The ladies we won in the Battle with Pratapgarh, can join the working of their interest. Whoever likes cooking can join the royal Kitchen, Whoever has an interest in dancing, painting can join the relevant Club. All ladies and children will be treated as ours and the Princess will be working for Me as my Attendee. " He finished and a sign of relief went in my heart but the hall got shocked.

For the first time, Davidson Cook and Steven Ray glanced at each other incredulously. This time, the difference was that they actually believed Jake. "Mr Larson," Mr Cook stared at Jake with disbelief, "I heard about a rumour of a young man that returned from overseas with the Princess. It was said that the Princess herself acknowledged that young man as her furure-husband at the gate of the royal house a week ago. If those rumours are true, could you be that young man?"

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

But now… now it pulls at me. Without wasting more time, I head to the kitchen. The smell of broth and roasted meat fills the air as I step inside. The chefs bow slightly. “Princess,” one greets. I keep my tone light. “I heard Lady Julia has been particular about her tea lately.” One of the chefs, a tall man with flour dust on his sleeves, nods. “Yes, Princess. She bought her own tea. Said she didn’t trust the ones we use.” My interest sharpens. “She bought her own?”

"Ummm, princess... I said this very one is made by your mum" "How would you want her to react hearing that you rejected what she personally made for you?"The maid said to Diana. "Go refund it! I don't need it!" Diana shouted at her "Sorry, pardon my manners," the maid said and then went away with the coffee 🏭AT THE KITCHEN🏭 The kitchen is looking very clean and nice, looking very shiny the kitchen utensils were well arranged Diana's mother which is the Queen was inside the kitchen preparing some foods

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

The lady smiled softly as she shook her head lightly. “You know, my people found you lying unconscious in the forest, running down with fever and covered in injuries.” She traced the hem of her skirt but dropped it and looked Verona in the eye. “I like to side with the winners and you seem too weak to be one so I politely reject your offer. I’d rather work for the princess as she seems much more stronger than you.” Verona glared at her in anger as she heard all that. She couldn’t believe this lady was talking to her this way. She was supposed to defeat the royals and here she was talking about working for their stupid and useless princess.

This is my first time doing things like this and I won't allow anyone to take a shit on my business. "Okay, coming right up." The Crew turns his back and leave. After a while, a group of crews were coming in. Carrying plates and putting it one by one down the table. The table was filled by different kind of seafood dish. Looking like a feast table. She took the chopsticks. "Tabemashou!" (Let's eat!) --------- After few hours of walking around, Harry received a call from the Interior design team. The penthouse unit was fully furnished within two hours and was now ready to be accommodated.

Instead, I used the ingredients on the table to prepare a bowl of soup. The chief steward took a single sip, and his eyes lit up instantly. Delighted, he asked, "This soup is exquisite. Are you willing to cook for Her Majesty? If she favors your dishes, the rewards will be generous." I nodded. The queen ruled the world and was surrounded by countless gorgeous men and women. What truly caught her interest, however, was the advanced knowledge and skills we modern people possessed, along with the wisdom accumulated by our ancestors over thousands of years. Take her migraines, for instance. A chicken soup infused with medicinal herbs could relieve them.