Princess In Other Words Novels & Stories

Some said they had black skin, someone said they were like giants and those with little imagination waited patienly to see them in the corridors leading to the Great Hall. Princess Alyn and Odeya fed on the hum of energy and put extra time into getting ready. Odeya already knew what the Prince looked like and a smile came to her face at his charming ways. 'Khalid', she remembered. Princess Alyn had been so jealous when she heard that she had seen him first but she soon let go of her jealousy when Odeya asked her to help her look nice. The Princess had squealed with delight and produced a red number that she claimed her look like an undead Princess. She lent her a silver necklace and combed o

And before I can find the reason for these sudden sobs from her, she cries out loudly, vocalizing each sob. “Aahanahaa uhuhuhuhuh, you are not letting me kiss you! You don't want me anymore… because? Because you don't love me anymore… because now I am old…right… or am I ugly now?? Or fat–” “Ash! Princess you are neither old, nor ugly or fat. In fact, you are the prettiest woman anyone can ever come across, and just perfect the way you are… there isn't a single percent need for you to ney insecure or doubt yourself–”

Though the princess might look like a spoiled brat, she liked to keep her space as simple as possible. She entered the palace and she was greeted by the second prince’s attendance. “This way to Prince William’s office.” She followed the attendant silently while looking at the different paintings that she passed by. While walking, she was already rehearsing what she would ask him and tell him that she would be rejecting his proposal. “Your Highness, Lady Seraphina Alexandria von Fiore has arrived.” William stood up from his seat and gestured for her to the seat across from him which she gladly obliged.

His eyes were dancing with mischief. Abigail again lifted her head, “What about them?” “Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess.” “And then?” he smiled when Abigail mimicked their daughters. “This beautiful princess was kind, passionate and everything a prince could ask for.” “And then?” “Then one day this prince saw her somewhere. Perhaps at a Diner?” “And then.”

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

she said and put down the comb “it is obvious am trying to win against her?” she asked again checking herself thoroughly in the mirror she has spent a lot of money to get herself to be this beautiful so to have a chance also, the sixth princess will be getting married tomorrow and the King will finally be able to see her and her capacity so she has to do well in order to get favor from the King “Is Zoey better than me?” she asked her maid again who smiled and gave an outright ‘no’

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Taking my water bottle off of the table, I sent him a simple nod. The Princess was still stuck in headlights at Prince Rhyland’s words, but when he passed her, she spun on her heels and trailed behind him like a lost pup. Girls like her were empty minded twits that would go nowhere in life without a wealthy man. The thought saddened me but swiftly faded. She did it to herself. Following the royal rules like a marionette on strings. But could I say much? Thats all she knows how to do with herself, she understands what she must do and the price yet she still puts up with it.