Princess Maddie Novels & Stories

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

She inquired the maid. “It was the prince order, my lady.” the maid said though her face seemed troubled of something. Nevertheless, the princess ignored it and let a heavy sigh, putting book marks on the book she was currently reading on. Sighing, she slowly stood up, struggled a little bit with the gown that the palace hast made her wore; according to the prince’s order. “I shall be there in a moment, Shuna. Ye can tell the prince’s guards to have not wait for me.”

Well, almost everyone. It took just a second for my attention to focus on the figure with long brown hair beside her. If the princess exuded happiness and innocence, Madeline, with her black dress that hugged every curve of her body and the red heels she wore, exuded an aura of danger and sensuality that definitely must be forbidden in a woman of her social class. But soon, a warning sign lit up in my mind. No one warned me about her presence; the princess wouldn't notice me, but if Maddie saw me here, everything would be lost!

Madie said, walking out of the bathroom into the room. “Who are you?” Zara asked, pulling the blood-stained bedsheets over herself. “I was Princess Emily’s Lady in waiting, but I will be yours now,” Madie explained. “Oh,” Zara said, looking at her, exhausted. “I see the prince has marked you. After the death of Princess Emly, I expected him to be heartbroken, at least for a few months,” Madie pointed out. “I thought she was not a real princess?” Zara questioned, trying to get out of the bed.

“Are you trying to rip my scalp off?” “It’s your hair’s fault,” Maddie snapped back, tugging harder. “It knows we’re going to the palace and it’s panicking.” “Ugh. I’m panicking.” I dropped my face into my hands. “Remind me why we’re doing this again?” Maddie paused to fluff her own short brown hair in the mirror. “Because the Queen invited us, genius. It’s a private welcome party for the knights. And you know who’s going to be there…”

And just like that, we left the store with only the gray dress in hand. “What a shame,” Maggie muttered, frowning deeply, lamenting not buying the other items I’d tried on. “Miss Maeve looked beautiful in those clothes. Every bit the Luna Princess she is destined to be.” I blushed. “Such high praise… I’m not sure about some of that.” “What nonsense! Prince Xaden can certainly attest to it, as well, if you don’t believe me,” she huffed before turning to him with an excited sparkle in her eyes. “You must agree, don’t you, Your Highness?”

he answered, smiling at her even though she couldn't see. As much as he wanted to tell her their usual rule not to mumble or lower her head, he didn't. He remembered her giggling loudly as he told her that whenever she had her head down, her princess crown would fall off. Madie laughed, telling him how she didn't have a crown because she wasn't a princess. A gasp of surprise came from her when he pulled a sparkly tiara from behind him, placing it on top of her head as she beamed happily.

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

Those thoughts alone stirred me up, only the have Creed rub my knuckles with this thumb. “So who is this princess?” I asked no one in particular. Annabelle cleared her throat. “She was a lost princess who recently came back to Bergarian from the Earth realm. She’s a werewolf, and a powerful one at that. Princess Sadie is very compassionate about learning about different cultures and species. I’m sure that is all that it is,” she waved her hand. The uneasiness in her voice continued to shake me as we approached the meadow. “A,…a werewolf?” I spoke to myself. I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything around here was coming straight out of a fairytale book, anyway.

*age 4* “But mom why can’t I marry Krissy?” Siana asked with a pout on her face as she tugged on the corner of her mother’s dress. Siana wore a pink dress which looked good with her light brown hair and the tiny pink shoes she was wearing. “Cause she’s a girl Siana, you’re supposed to marry a guy.” Her mother patted her head lightly. Siana looked up at her and there she was. That pretty woman she admired the most as a child. Her birth mother; The Queen. The brown hair was fixed so perfectly into a bun, complementing her light complexion. She had a lavender dress on which went down her knees and it announced that she was royalty.