Romans & histoires Princess Manga

"Leila!" Upon her shout, Leila snapped back from her reverie. She dumbfoundedly looked around. "P...princess..." She chased after her in an embarrassed face. Princess Liyana shook her head and resumed walking to her destination. -------- Princess Liyana is the first princess of the Grandia Kingdom. She has a headstrong personality with an overwhelming sense of justice and is a gentle person by nature but acts, unlike how pampered princess acted.

"The thing is, her face is always clear in the dreams. She is beautiful but when I wake up, I have just a faint memory of how her face looks like. That's why I always try painting her but the paintings are never the same." "Do you think you can recognize the Lady when you come across her?", Marco asked. She shrugged. "I should be. I'm not sure." "Okay, then. It's probably nothing", Prince Zuerien said. Princess Leah nodded but deep down, she knows it is not nothing. It is definitely something because she keeps on having the same dream over and over and it's not stopping.

“Yes I served in the Ziion Military, and still call Ziion home and King Levis my King” “Ok that’s good enough for me. We have only one source but we believe on your Planet, you have a missing princess, she is a twin to Princess Rota” “Mia” said Alex looking to Dora, Dora’s eyes widened. As they both thought through her circumstances it made sense, she even had similar featured to the king” “Yes it does make sense” said Alex over the line “What would you have us do, I imagine you already know we don’t have much in the way of anything useful here.” Said Alex

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

I would keep an eye on the queen around Sarah. Once the Queen was gone, Sarah touched her shirt. “What am I supposed to wear?” I went to the closet. Sarah’s POV “Stand up straighter, you’re a Princess,” Hellen said, gliding past me with a book on her head. This was so dumb. I straightened the book on my head, glanced at Sebastian, who was reading a book, and tried again to walk around the room without fumbling feet.

"One second, no one's talking about it. The next, boom! Everyone's infected." Before I could say anything, a group of students walked past us. They were chatting loudly, clearly not even trying to be discreet. "I seriously can't believe Stelle's a princess," one of the girls said, her voice laced with disbelief and just a touch of envy. "Like, what the hell? She's been here for years and never acted like anything special." "Exactly," another chimed in with a scoff. "She's been so quiet, so... normal. Now suddenly she wants to parade around like royalty?"

The Demonic woman said. My stomach churned with nerves. The twins moved within her, their energy mirroring the turmoil as I realized this powerful being was Prince Caspian's older sister; he spoke of Princess Briar. "Briar." Prince Caspian said, hugging the newly materialized Princess. Princess Briar embraced Prince Caspian back, and as she let go, she hugged Duke Maurice. I could see that, her presence grounding them amidst the swirling magic. Princess Briar smiled at Prince Caspian, ignoring Serena and I's presence in the distance as she let go.

My brows furrowed as I studied the painting again, it was of Johan and his wife who was already dead,the first princess had been betrothed and married to an Alpha a long time ago, the first son was dead from an illness years back, I had killed the twins and…who then was this Iridessa? I looked at her picture. So…delicate. She had long blonde hair which almost glimmered like silver and deep blue eyes, it says she is the last and youngest princess. While I looked on and wondered where she might be, I heard approaching footsteps and the voice of someone struggling. Turning slightly, I watched as my men walked in, holding the same girl I saw in the picture… Wow. She had the same hair and everyth

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...