Princess In Adversity Novels & Stories

All just because of a scratch on a mere wolf! "I'm sure you will enjoy your time in the dungeon." The words hardly finished leaving his mouth when she sprung up to her feet. "I'm your sister, Your Majesty. The Princess of Lavida. You cannot sent me to the dungeon," the words bounced off her lips with distaste. A person's of high royality in a place like that. A whole princess to be treated like a prisoner. Her honor would never recover. Desperate, she turned to her friend for help. "Delice, tell me."

And with she held my wrist and dragged me out of the inner palace to the main halls. Aditya who seemed to be returning from some court affairs noticed us and she instantly faked her demeanour and said to him in a poor little scared tone, "My Prince... This princess you bought, insulted your favourite lady, me, saying that I am a mere woman whom she would throw out of the palace the second she marries you. You wouldn't let your love be insulted as such right??? You would teach her a lesson right??" He hummed, his eyes still fixated on me as if trying to extract what I am doing right now. "Why aren't you wearing the marital signs??" He voiced out the questions floating through his dark brown o

"How did I end up looking miserable? All I ever wished was to marry him, but he came back with a woman from the ruined country. It was that lady's fault... She ruined everything. I already beg him to take me as a concubine, yet he still refuses. She must have done something to the king. Maybe, it was her who forced the king to investigate my domain." She threw her locket and added, "My lavish life has ended ever since that woman appeared. Now that our domain and title had been stripped off, no one wanted to look at us. Everyone had turned their back on us. What will happen to me now? Will I also be executed in public?" The princess was talking to herself when she heard the door open. She sto

she hissed. "Or what?" Princess challenged, her eyes dancing with fire. "What are you going to do? Hit me?" "Me? Hit you?" Isabella let out a cold, sharp laugh. "For a girl stuck in a wheelchair who might never walk again... what is there left to hit when life already given you the hit." The insult landed hard. Princess’s face contorted with rage, but then, a terrifyingly calm smile spread across her lips. "Well, we’ll see who takes the hit tonight."

She's perceive all the thing have life, even the classics she wroth herself is the lifetime of all the people she meet all the way to the palace. She has no memory...that was. And the dukes and duchess makes the king believe he's sinned to broke the power of orderness. Thus, the princess is nothing but a mere collection of evil that possess the shallow princess...the dirt and filth of the king. “Let me through!” her soft and little hand knock continuously, until she bleed and was seep by the hovering thing. She's tremendously weakened. She drop to the ground and this time able to see her despair, her reflection of pain and wish to disappear.

“Max, this feels good. Now I can sleep in peace” I smile at the voice in my head. Adria will always remain the girl she was when I met her. Strong, determined, yet kind and humble. But the palace changed her. Her family changed her into something she is not. It turned her into a rebel for an unknown cause. Because one day she turned into the princess of the East Millsdearne, and she no longer remained the girl that saved me. She lost her kind and humble self to protect the respect and power she needed to stand her ground, and somewhere in between, she lost the way she looked at me.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.