Princess Imprints A Traitor Novels & Stories

Her lips were trembling. This banquet’s purpose was solely to display the Duke of Alba’s power was far above that of the Crown Princess. “What are you talking about, Ivar?” She stood up, clenching her fists. “You can’t make an accusation like this without proof.” “But I have more than enough proof. You’ve committed treason against Raeden, and you betrayed your own family, Tiana. I’m afraid the Emperor cannot forgive your crimes, and neither can I.” With a snap of the fingers, the knights dressed in red, the Imperial Knights, came into the room, and when the princess made an attempt to retreat, Miros grabbed her arm.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

We entered the grand court, taking our seats in the front and center of the room, our children to our sides. "Now enters Lady Lyssandra MaComb, witch of Faerl, whose charges are as follows: Charge 1: kidnapping the Prince Aranelda Tirisil, concealing his identity, and lying to Their Highnesses causing them to believe he was dead at birth. Charge 2: inappropriate use of concealment magic, impersonating Her Royal Highness, endangering Princess Elentari Tirisil and Duke Scott MaComb, the royal protector of the princess until the date of her 18th birthday. Furthermore, Lady Lyssandra MaComb is charged with knowingly conspiring to kill both the Prince and Princess of Faerl. Lady Lyssandra MaComb,

“The truth about Bianca. You’ll tell me now.” He regarded me for a long moment, a new respect in his gaze. “You have spine. I’ll give you that.” He nodded slowly. “Very well. A down payment on the truth.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for my ears. “The woman you know as Princess Bianca is an imposter. A pawn placed by the true power in the Moonrise Pack to secure this alliance under false pretenses. The real Bianca has been missing for years. Kairi is either a fool who has been duped, or…”

"...Yes! I'm telling the truth. I was a princess in my land, right up until these dogs decided to take my sister, Dierdre, for some debt we haven't paid yet. To be fair, something that old shouldn't be considered a debt anymore. But, noo, king La--" I didn't want to even hear his name being spoken, but sadly, my ears were not immune to Yvonne. The 'princess'--an interloper from another dimension--had landed herself here when she came to get her captive sister, and now she was stuck in our dimension, or kingdom Earth as she'd called it. "...I mean, every night before I sleep, the palace maids comb my hair with exactly two hundred and five brushes. Imogen used to add an extra one..."

If she revealed herself now, Helena’s sacrifice meant nothing. Saoirse turned and fled into the shadows. She was no longer a Princess. She was a rat in the walls. The courtyard of the Sun Spire was a theater of horrors. Tristan, the Third Prince of the Empire, sat atop his black warhorse, looking utterly bored. Around him, the devastation was absolute. The Emperor’s Iron Legion—men encased in steam-powered armor—were rounding up the survivors. The enchanted forest, once vibrant with bioluminescence, was being fed into wood-chippers to fuel the tanks.

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

My skin heated at the memory, and before I could stop myself, I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. I buried my face in my hands. Shit? What are you becoming, Normani? I thought bitterly. A strange man, a man I know nothing about, and yet I gave myself to him as if I had known him for years, as if he were safe. But I am the Princess of Scotland. My name alone makes armies bow their heads. How could I make myself so available to a man? The same gender who had betrayed me? Now, no more letting anyone past my walls just so they can crush me from the inside. I have no time for romance, no space in my heart for weakness. I was here for revenge, and when that was done, I would take my place on the

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.

I walked over and pulled him up from the ground by his collar. "Yes," I said, meeting his eyes. "I've reclaimed who I am. And this time, I'm leaving for good. The one who ruined our relationship wasn't Cassie. It was you. You broke your promise." I had never blamed Cassie. A person who wants to betray you will always find a reason. If not her, there would have been another. Daisy, Anna, whoever. Nigel had always had choices. And this was the one he made. That night at the party, he had known the drink was spiked. Yet he drank it anyway.