Princess Marinette Novels & Stories

She stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it, To reveal one of the Luna Queen's maids. “ Amaria, the Queen has requested an audience with you,” The maid said, staring at her with a contemptuous look. “ It's' Lady Amaria', not Amaria and don't look at me like that, you're just a maid so act like one” Amaria replied angrily as she walked out of the room. The maid nodded slowly with a tiny glint of anger in her eyes as she watched Amaria walk away,' hmph! You think you will last in this castle, just wait and watch' The maid thought.

I waved my hand in dismissal. “What about that girl over there? I saw you talking to her before. And I saw her at a party with Mike the other night. You know…before he was…murdered,” Jaimie said in a hushed tone. I looked in the direction he was looking and saw Marina. She was alone this time. “I don’t think so, man. She would never agree to it,” I said. She already hated me. This would just put a cherry on top. “Try for me. How about this, if you can convince her, I can help you take some pretty interesting pictures,” Jaimie said and smiled mysteriously.

Marinette sounds sad as she says, “Just go, Lauren. As you can see, I have important company. Just tell Chase that I’m safe and I don’t plan on leaving again today.” Lauren sighs in response and says, “It was nice to meet you, Princess Lux.” I nod in response before the door closes. Marinette breathes out and I can feel her eyes on me as she says, “Okay, it’s official, I like you.”

She murmured to herself and return to the bed to get the magazine as she began to eat her spaghetti. She scanned the table of contents and noticed the guy in the middle of the girls was no other than Prince Mharl. He was in the headline, “Who Is The Next Princess? While the next picture below was her picture together with Prince Mharl on the cruise they made last time in Ms. Liberty. Her family and the New Yorkers didn’t know the news yet. “He is a womanizer and I should never trust him. This is enough.” Marie’s thoughts were on the pretty and gorgeous ladies who were in the pictures.

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

"Now we must go for a walk at the garden. You also need physical activity like this, Princess." "Hmph, I don't want to." "Princess!" "My, my... what do we have here?" Then someone suddenly stole Louie and Mary's attention. "Greetings to the wife of the third Prince, Princess Lianne Ronnenburgh-Heilsonne."

“What are you saying?! Are you stupid?!” The little maid on the side cowed and shut up. She knew the temperament of Miss Marielle, even if on the outside she was called a virtuous and gentle lady, in reality, she had a bad personality. After all, she was used to getting everything she wanted and had long planned to be known as the best candidate for a wife. She even framed that stupid princess to make her the laughingstock of the Kingdom, and thus, get her out of the game. Marielle looked at the invitation letter on the desk and shoved it to the floor.

I greeted the prince, staying knelt on the ground. “Greetings Fraulein.” Silas said slowly, his tone very formal. “Please stand, I wish for you to meet Marianne Scarlette, Daughter of Penelope Scarlette.” I stood as he asked of me, smiling towards the woman. “Hello Ma'am.” “Don’t be so formal, you can call me Marie.” She smiled back at me, though I could tell from her mind that she didn’t exactly want me to call her anything; nor did she wish to be in the same room as me.

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

God help the poor maids if she could do this to her own sister. “Command your slave to take it off,” Daphne demanded, at her imperious best. “You’ve changed your tune,” Magnus said. “Or are you talking to me?” He turned to Ketil. “The Princess Royal insulted Miriam earlier, suggesting that you had tired of her already and – ” “Please don’t remind me of what else she said,” she interrupted, knowing the term ‘virgin’ would leave scorching colour on her face and neck. Why, she could not have said. Shouldn’t she be proud to have remained chaste?