Princess Intan Novels & Stories

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

"I'll be flying you today as your pilot, and you'll be on board the Creed 1011." I hadn't even had a chance to soak that in before a giant drape came crashing down, and there stood what looked like— A miniature plane. A sleek, private, deluxe miniature plane. And on the outside, right there, in big, no-nonsense letters— CREED 1011. I blinked. Wait. Wait a fucking minute. Did this guy…? Did this guy have his own private jet?!

Augustus clapped. "I am Queen Indira, mother of Prince Malcolm and Princess Nefertiti," she pointed at her children respectively. "I am Princess Nefertiti," she smiled at Isabelle who smiled back. They looked like they were age mates. "I am Prince Malcolm," the haughty figure beside Adrian said. He was looking at Isabelle weirdly. He looked hungry. "And this is my wife, Princess Philippa." "Princess Isabelle," Fredrick called with a subtle smile. "We have met but I would like to introduce my wife to you. This is Princess Victoria," he introduced.

The announcer announced, “Let us welcome our third bride from the kingdom known for fairies and nature spirits, Katilawalder, ruled by our valiant King Caleen Evintyron, who have the bloodline of fairy. His daughter, princess Ravina Evintyron the fairy.” Ravina, the brunette bride entered the throne room with her golden yellow outfit along with her matching accessories who looked like a fairy walking the parade. She opened her mouth, “I have brought my land’s most wanted hues from wings of moonlight butterfly.”

My eyes roved over their figures, searching for the smallest hint, but it was as though last night had been a fevered dream, a figment conjured by my restless mind. I got bored conversing with them and took my seat the princes all gave their full attention it was rather unpleasant but then I noticed a movement. A prince stood up and I watched as he spoke to a guard, studying the curve of his jaw, the way his lips moved as he spoke. What was his name again? Prince Tariq of Ravensfall. Yes, that was it. I had overlooked him during the earlier introductions, distracted. But now, he had my full attention.

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

Or maybe even this time before the sand runs out. She was now betrothed as the crown princess of Pinansey-angan kingdom of the southern part of Claveria Haltera. Mainly to the only heir of the Contejos, Vander. The only cadet inside Laxon to have known she escaped death. “Your beauty still matches the stars in the sky. Seems like you didn’t change that much, Lady Rina,” meets someone the second she reached the halls. Before her sight was barrels and bags of precious gifts and things from the carriage. But what’s taking her full attention is the guy standing afore her with his hand stretched out. His blonde dashing hair and those chocolate eyes that had once captivated her now no longer bring

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

She sighs, "It's weird and unfair, alright? The officers didn't take her seriously. She's a royal, yeah, a princess, yeah, but you get it... It's all about class and rank in this world." "God. How bad was it?" I ask, quickly taking out the door's key and walking out with her. I lock the door from outside. "So bad... Whatever Princess said, they had something against it. Her highness was trying to discuss about the shortage of clean water in two districts, but the officers were saying this and that on how it's only a small issue." "What bullshit," I mumble. "Exactly. It was quite a war zone. There wasn't anyone to take her side, but Princess handled it quite well. As usual. She's so great."