Princess Lina Novels & Stories

I want to go in and see my sister, I'm one of her bridesmaids. The bodyguard nodded and let her in. Once she went into the room, Lina locked the door. The moment she got in, Paige and Barbie, who were hugging, adjusted their emotions and turned. "Lina, you're here?" Paige asked. "Yes, I am here," Lina said happily. "How could I not be? Oh my God, you look so beautiful, Paige! You look like a princess. What am I saying? You are a princess. Everyone is talking about you, and your wedding. Oh, dear, I'm so happy for you."

I never thought that she would dig up the past about her father and my son, after all she is the daughter of that bastard. WenLing The mention of his name makes my blood boil, he was just a brat and deserves the tragedy. He just didn't bother to arrest his step brother, I hated him from the day my father adopted him in the kingdom making that poor thing one of us as his father is a loyal friend of him. WenLing got everything like he was a prince born in the imperial palace and all our properties and power were shared equally. When we both enrolled in the imperial college WenLing got the first place making me rank second, he got all the appreciation and wishes for bringing power to the kingdo

“Lina, I’m not a princess. I am equal to you so drop the formality. Will you,” “To me, you’ll always be a princess,” Lina said stubbornly, her chin lifting slightly as tears welled in her eyes. “Your strength, your kindness, it’s what makes you a true royal, not a crown or a title. Please, your highness, let me stand by your side. I will be loyal to you until my last breath.” Selena sign, this young girl was a little stubborn and cute. Selena shook her head. “ Alright, I have almost finished my work , you should leave now before anyone can see you here.” Lina giggled a little.

Her eyes were too wide, too dry. “What’s your name?” I asked, keeping my voice as soft as I could over the chaos. “Lina,” she whispered. “Hi, Lina,” I said. “I’m Aria.” Her gaze flicked over my face, to the pendant at my throat, then back. “Princess,” she said, almost too soft to hear. The title landed like a weight. “I heard they were looking for you,” she added. “The men. The fire. They said… they were here for the cursed princess.”

They could feel it. As expected, of course they did. They’ve survived this long by reading between the lines. “With immediate effect,” I continued, “Lina is no longer connected to the throne.” A murmur tries to rise. But dies before it fully forms. Because I let my gaze sweep the room again. Cold. Unforgiving. “Lina is no longer to be recognized as my Donna. And she is not to be tracked. Not to be followed. Not to be used as leverage under any circumstance,” My voice didn't rise. “Anyone who violates that—dies under any circumstances.”

I will pretend to be the perfect future princess. But when that day comes—when the halls are full and the moon is high—I will run. I will find a way to be free again and take the former queen with me. And Camille will never see it coming. Lina- lady in waiting. Young girl Raya- hopes fake name Lady Eleanor - Camille's grandmother Rhys- Camille, head guard

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

There were about fourteen men or so present, less than half of them with a woman on their arm. I recognized Xaden immediately, standing in the middle of all of them, his hand thrown around a tall blonde. The woman was familiar, but it wasn’t until I went a few steps closer that I could recall who she was. My mouth soured with distaste. Lina. The one who was said to be the King’s favorite. The hand hanging from her shoulder was pawing her left breast even as he spoke, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just stood pressed against him, a small smile on her face. As if she was entirely pleased to have been chosen for this trip.

If William rejected my proposal, my fate would be sealed, there was no other sure way of escaping the clutches of the Emperor and Theodore. The next morning, my nanny was just finishing tidying my hair when a knock on the door put us on alert. It was unusual for them to have such respect for me, but it seemed that my recent punishments had had the desired effect. My nanny went to open the door, and a maid, followed by two soldiers, appeared. "I greet Your Highness, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Princess Camellia Arventia," they said at the same time. I got up from my chair and signaled for them to stand.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.