Princess Mina Novels & Stories

But he wasn't pushing her away, either. On the opposite side of the pool, Mina sat with her back against the rock. Her jaw was tight, her eyes fixed on Taya with a look that could have killed. When she spotted me, her face flickered with a flash of shame and embarrassment. She looked away fast, staring back at the water. Taya noticed me next. Her head turned, and a delighted, cruel smile broke across her face. "Oh, look," Taya called out, her voice echoing off the stone. "Mina’s dear Princess has finally arrived."

High Priestess Mina said as if she read my mind. High Priestess Mina was a striking figure, a tall and slender woman with wide hips and a small bust. Her blonde hair, styled in soft waves, was crowned by a golden ouroboros circlet. She wore a long, flowing black gown cinched at the waist with a silver cord around her hips. I wondered how I could tell, examining her. I noticed she wasn't wearing shoes, a peculiar detail that made me question the nature of her presence. Why would the Darkness choose this form? Was it a test of my faith or a simple distraction?

“Everything looks in order, he passed the documents on. I formally Move that Mia be recognised as a Princess of Ziion” The rest of the governors then inspected all the documentation and one by one confirmed the motion. The Governor who put the motion forth spoke up “Congratulations, Princess Mia we confirm your status as Princess Rota’s twin sister and the daughter of the recently passed King Levis.” He bowed his head in respect. He then took a deep breath and continued

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

My eyes roved over their figures, searching for the smallest hint, but it was as though last night had been a fevered dream, a figment conjured by my restless mind. I got bored conversing with them and took my seat the princes all gave their full attention it was rather unpleasant but then I noticed a movement. A prince stood up and I watched as he spoke to a guard, studying the curve of his jaw, the way his lips moved as he spoke. What was his name again? Prince Tariq of Ravensfall. Yes, that was it. I had overlooked him during the earlier introductions, distracted. But now, he had my full attention.

I mentally slapped my forehead! I just can’t get her name straight, despite how many times I have heard it. I crouch before the sweet little girl and say, “My bad, I am sorry. And what is the name of this beautiful fairy princess?” “Lyana, sir!” She stretches her hand for a handshake, and I hold her tiny hand into mine and couple the gesture with a smile. “Lyana Angel Salma! And these princesses are real!” Wow! Wow! Just wow! I am more infatuated! Such a sweet, disciplined, intelligent, and cute girl! She is just like...

Zain asked, looking through the contracts she had signed. I turned towards him and slid my hands in my pockets. “No, I didn’t, but it was fun to see her all tousled up, eh?” He shook his head, and his smile broke into a grin when the tiny feet pattered into the room. It was hard to keep my grin at bay seeing the dark curls of little Aya, Princess of Azmia, and the only person who could woo and melt the hearts of everyone in The Golden Palace.

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

“ Lord Arry said and the other Lords present began murmuring. " But it isn't the prince we need. It is loyalty and unity. Only that can defeat my great grandfather. “ Queen Minerva said. " Dagon had been dead for years and whoever woke him up has just woken up death. If you want the prince to return, we have to make sure Dagon is dead. Or you'll have a dead prince before he steps foot in the castle.“ " Where is the prince? “ A tiny Lady known as Lady Eleanor asked. " That is a matter of confidentiality, my dear Lady. Until we know that the prince is safe from betrayal, we cannot disclose this information. “ Queen Minerva smiled but her smile fell when Melinda entered with Mariam.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling