Princess Jewelry Box Novels & Stories

He inhaled sharply and I couldn't help but burst out laughing at his offended expression. “Princess, I have a present for you.” Ben handed me a box and as I opened it, my jaw dropped. “...W-w-what is this?” He took it from the casket and wrapped it around my neck. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, the fascinating jewel completed my appearance and made me more breathtaking than I ever had before.

In front of her room were the head servant, Jumi and Merea. Barigo flung her unceremoniously on the hard stone of the room and towered over her. “Bring it out,” he commanded. “W-what fath…your majesty?” “Bring out the princess’s jewelry box. The one the house of Rudo gifted her with yesterday.” Phoenix frowned as she rose to her knees on the floor. “I have no idea of what you’re talking about… your majesty.”

It was a beautiful red dress that was my size as well. Underneath there was a letter; Happy birthday. Wear these tomorrow to your birthday party with no signature or anything on it. I placed it back in the box and opened the jewellery box to see a beautiful diamond bracelet. "what the fuck," I mumbled to myself inside the box was a diamond tester, I laughed to myself What crazy person is sending me real diamonds? I tested the diamonds and they were in fact real. what the fuck?

The other chariots were filled with imported items, usually jewelry and gold. "And the best thing….I got the book!" she said and showed me a book. "How did you get this?" I asked in disbelief. “Really? You are asking me that? Do you want a demonstration?" she said jokingly. I am glad that she is slowly dropping the ‘princess’ as I said that I am not living in that title now.

And I feel like a princess in the long black gown. “And to complete the look,” she says, holding a small blue velvet box in her hand. I shake my head. “No. No way, Sab. When did you even—” “Relax,” she says, opening the box. “It’s just a loan.” Studded diamonds. Not too big and gaudy—not too small for my ears. They’re perfect. And while I’m speechless, she helps me put them on, so I can see how right she is. They do complete the look.

The other was a much larger wrapped gift box, the paper shimmering faintly in the fading light like silk. Her breath hitched in anticipation. She set down her keys and her café bag, hands moving instinctively toward the smaller box first. Gently, she lifted the lid—and gasped softly. Inside was a stunning jewelry set: a necklace, earrings, and bracelet, each featuring a striking blue sapphire centerpiece surrounded by glimmering diamonds. The stones seemed to dance in the light, as though they held their own secret fire. The deep, oceanic hue of the sapphires reminded her instantly of Kingsley’s gaze when he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

I paused, pulling out a beautifully ornate jewelry box. its intricate carvings glinting in the light. The box was a deep mahogany, polished to a high shine, with delicate floral patterns etched into the wood. Gold accents highlighted the edges, giving it an air of elegance and sophistication. I carefully opened the lid, the *click* sound breaking the air of silence , revealing a velvet-lined interior that cradled an array of stunning pieces. Each jewel sparkled like tiny stars, just waiting for the right moment to shine. My heart raced as I imagined which piece would perfectly complement the black dress.

Cassian hasn’t forbidden me from exploring a single square inch of this palace. But I can’t get over the feeling that this is wrong. Regardless, I spin the lever clockwise, then back, then forward again. The lock clicks, and the door flips open. A stare at the silver jewelry box for a few moments, there in the center around some of the other crown jewels of Oceana—felt boxes in a variety of colors, brilliant diamonds in crystal-clear cases. I snatch the silver box out as if I’m stealing it, because I feel like I am.

The first orang ebox contained a 25 cm leather bag in ivory color, while the second one was a sandal with an H pattern in the middle with matching shade as the bag. “This is too much… but there’s more.” She turned her attention to the last box on the sofa end. This box was smaller than others, but she had a feeling they were equally as expensive and she was right. The third box was filled with a pink diamond necklace and an earring set. “Is this, pink diamond?” She was too stunned to speak. Her late mother was a fan of jewelry. When she was younger, Elise used to teach Victoria about the different kinds of jewelry on the market.

She states as she hands Judith and me both a velvet box. The most beautiful pearl necklace, earrings, and bracelet sets are within the box. “This is too much,” I state, looking up at her. “My dears, these are pearls that we have collected over the years when we go fishing. We made them and knew that one day the person who truly owned them would walk through our doors. Little did we know, they would be for our Luna and Queen.” Tears of joy stream down her face, and Judith and I sandwich her into a hug. “Thank you so much.” We whisper almost in unison, and we both laugh.