Princess House Pots Novels & Stories

There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two about the whole matter which need not be spoken aloud. Some things were better left unsaid anyway. “Lunch is ready!” Melissa said as she opened the door. “Come on!” Both Princess Katherine and Lord Benjamin followed Melissa to the kitchen, wondering what dishes had she cooked. What greeted them was an array of weird-looking dishes, which they had never seen before. “Melissa, what is this dish?” Princess Katherine asked. “This is called a hotpot. Well, technically, we lack of some things but I adjusted it using whatever we have. Please try it. This pot contains spicy stew and this is not spicy.”

“I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.” My heart skipped a beat. “The other Royals know their place. I’m defiant.” “You’re not defiant, you’re human. You have thoughts and emotions. The difference between you and the other Royals is you actually express them. I don’t want to be with someone who submits to me because it’s their duty.” I smiled, for the first time realizing Sadeon hadn’t changed that much since we were kids. “I remember you saying something like that when we were young.”

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

That hadn’t happened quite so much after Queen Eleanor’s passing, though he knew Magnus had counselled her that sadness wasn’t what her mother would have wanted or expected. Reminded of her duty, the younger of the two princesses had made beautiful things to decorate some of the common areas. Her needlework was praiseworthy, according to many, and she had a talent for whittling. Not quite so ladylike. That had made him smile, until he saw the little stags and hedgehogs which abounded, all fashioned from wood. Their likeness to the real thing was amazing.

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

Furthermore, I didn't wear a brassiere, as my gown has a pad to cover my breasts. "No daddy" batting my eyelashes leaving my clothes on the floor as I sat on the bed. I placed my leg on the other leg. I could see his eyes darken with my every move, and his boner showing my effects on him. The dim light in the room and my naked body must be shining for him. "Don't tease me, princess, you don't know how I am controlling myself to be gentle with you?" He said removing his coat. "Princess, I want to ask you one last time, are you ready to be mine," He asked, his voice holding seriousness.

My eyes narrowed, as if that alone would make William understand how serious I was. He stared at me for a moment, his gaze relaxing slightly before he nodded. "Fine. Give me a minute to freshen up while you eat," he said, guiding me to the dining table. He set down a plate of Cornetto, elegantly plated with a dusting of powdered sugar, and a cappuccino with a heart-shaped cocoa design—just like my mother used to make.

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

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.

the stranger would show you no mercy. She turned back to them with a triumphant smile as they scooped up the earth with their hands. Now she was satisfied... - Scrub, scrub... That's exactly what you're here for! Scrubbing the floor! And... I hope that after dinner I won't find any marks on the floor and... The pot beautifully placed in its place. She turned to leave, but turned again and said... - One last thing. Put a beautiful pot in pink. At least there'll be a bit of beauty among this heap of... Old things.