Princess House Pots Novels & Stories

Azrael continued. The Princess nods absentmindedly to this fact while she continually munches the kelp that is neatly placed on a glistening expensive plate. There are various utensils beside her plate, such as a table napkin, multiple forks, and knives, to be exact, there are 3 forks on the left and 3 knives on the right. There is even a teapot and teacup that are designed with diamond stones outside. It feels so wrong for a commoner to touch it.

When we got there all the surrounding houses has been demolished and the contractors with their lights working. She brought out some simple drawings about what she intends to do. My Prince I have decided that Princess and the family would have their underground bed rooms with full bullet proof and height security system. The problem is that you have to get your workers ready. Those who will be working with Princess. I hear we will work on it.

Lord Toiba and the Old Physician tried to peek inside the room. The room was a mess, with fresh flowers and water all around the floor as their vases had been broken. An ivory bust of Fiachra broken in big chunks, one would barely be able to restore it. The physician and the maids cowering in one corner of the room watching the princess throw anything she could get her hands to. From expensive potteries to pillows. The Old Physician clicked his tongue as he watches Morrigan, his head shaking, studying the princess who is on a rampage. Null of any of the grace she was expected to portray.

The throne room smelled of smoke and betrayal. Elara staggered backward, her bare feet slipping against the marble floor slick with blood. The once-golden banners of her family hung in tatters above her, edges charred from the fires that had raged through the palace. Her crown lay toppled near the dais steps, its silver band cracked, the emerald centerpiece split in two. It should have been her shield, her legacy, the mark of her future as Luna Queen. Instead, it mocked her with its silence.

What could that mean if… "You bastard," The Queen Mother snapped, "you're involved in this aren't you?" "Ridiculous!" Princess Dohana stepped up, "how could you think of my cousin Peter that way?" "Mother, that's absurd. If Peter did something like that, wouldn't that mean rebelling against his own royal family?" Mirriam added as she stood next to Dohana. Seeing the sisters adding up the numbers, the Queen Mother thought things through. Although this Peter is hateful, he couldn't really rebel to that level. He doesn't even have that kind of money.

I didn’t realize I was doing this now. “And rule number 5: the most important rule of all. Do not touch his bed. He’s very particular about his bed, and if you were to disobey his order, I can’t promise you’ll continue on with both of your hands.” She said. What? His bed? How am I supposed to clean his entire chambers without touching his bed? The bed is the main piece, it draws quite a lot of attention.. how could he not want it cleaned and made? I nodded my head even though the rules were quite ridiculous. A wolf Princess. Captured and made the Lycan Kings slave.. Given rules like a child. I’m not a child! And he is most certainly not my King.

It was my way of telling him, "Thank you for being supportive." The couch cushions? Done. The water bottles sitting on the coffee table? Discarded. Harmony's tiny socks scattered across the floor? Collected and stuffed into the drawer. I was unable to stoop, so for the bigger items, I kicked them out of the way with my foot like a large, obstinate penguin. My slippers screeching over the hardwood reverberated behind me as I blindly shuffling from one mess to the next. My eyes landed on the purple comb I had been using to scratch the back of my legs a few minutes prior — don't judge me — and I rushed over to grab it in a hurry.

I asked, now filling my plate with a bit of everything. "he's at his friend's house. we wanted to talk to you..." my mum added. I looked between them, they both were hiding something "guys just spill it..." my dad spoke first, "we'll you know Terry who I work with, his daughter is a maid in the Royal House. They heard about this contest... The Princess Game... a few days before the news broke today... so.." "we put your name down" my mum interjected. I scoffed, choking harshly on the potatoes.

laughter filled the area. The prince was amused as he listened intently to the young teens. Suddenly, he made a peek at the plants in their area. He pretended to touch the big leaf of a plant, but with a desire to look at them who probably working as he thought. There, he saw a group of young ladies, younger than him circling the hill of black soil. They were placing the soil in different pots.

Edla threatened. "I am very beautiful, princess Edla. I have not stolen your jug, because even more luxurious things were in the prince's room, and I have never had a good reason to take them. As for the jug, I found it across the dump waste place today. I have retrieved and washed it. It can be found among the new porcelains, so as not to be seen by everyone who doesn't know the real worth," Azalea said, dropping the jaws of Edla beyond breath. She was shocked beyond words, because none of her maid that ever talked to her in that way.