Princess Mira Nova Novels & Stories

# Chapter 82: The Eastern Proposal Princess Mira of Brightwater possessed the kind of sharp intelligence that made every word feel deliberately chosen for maximum impact, her auburn hair arranged in practical style that suggested someone more comfortable with action than ceremony. She moved with confident grace that spoke of combat training alongside diplomatic education, while her pale green eyes missed nothing about the private study's security arrangements or the subtle magical monitoring that ensured meeting safety. "Your Majesty," she said with bow that was respectfully appropriate while maintaining dignity that indicated her own royal authority wasn't diminished by diplomatic courtesy,

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

so I looked at her. "I know. Don't worry, this game will end soon. I will show them how evil I am. When that time comes, they are the ones who will stay away from me voluntarily. " I said "When I see them as a threat to you, I will kill them myself. I'm going to protect you at all cost, " Mira said. If in the Underground, I am the Queen and Yvo is the King. Mira is the princess and my protector, according to her. I don't know why she's doing all of this. I don't deserve it after what I've done to her and her family.

While the adults exchanged their little convos, Mira had made her way into the toy room, her delighted squeals carrying back down the hall. “Mommy! Grandma Lydia! Grandma Vivienne! LOOK! There’s a crown! Eira says I’m a princess now!” She waddled back out with a glittery tiara sliding lopsided on her curls, chocolate already smeared on her chin. “Am I pretty?” Elara rushed forward, mortified. “Mira, your hands....”

MASON "Sleep, princess. I'll wake you up when we're about to land." I watch with a strange ache in my chest as Mira burrows further into the pillows. Long lashes form a crescent over her high cheekbones. Beautiful black hair splays over the pillows, giving her the appearance of some exotic Disney princess…or a forbidden female Angel.

At their center stood Mira-Eve, her hair now cut into a sharp line above her shoulders, her white dress stark against the dim interior. “They’re mine now,” she said, gesturing to the children. “Taken from Echo’s labs before they could be… perfected.” Savannah’s voice was a low, shaking thing. “You’re leading them? You’re just a child yourself.” “I’m not a child,” Mira-Eve replied, her gaze gleaming. “I am Magnira. And they will inherit the world Weston tried to keep for himself.” The air seemed to thicken around them. Savannah could feel the sheer force of will radiating from the girl—no, the young woman—before her. “You think you’re free,” Savannah said quietly, “but you’re still his creati

Dahlia's POV I didn’t sleep. How could I, when the ghost I thought I buried came back into my life with a crown on her head? Mira… little, low-born Mira had returned as a princess, not crawling, not begging, but sitting at my father’s table with her chin high. She looked at me like I was beneath her, and the worst part was… everyone in the hall had looked at her the same way. As if she belonged there. As if I didn't.

In eleven days of hard, suspicious, calculating eyes, hers were simply kind—warm brown and genuinely concerned in a way that made my chest ache with how much I'd missed simple human warmth. "My lady," she murmured, dipping her head. "Don't call me that," I said softly. "What's your name?" She hesitated, like kindness was something she had to check over her shoulder before accepting. "Mira." "How old are you, Mira?" "Seventeen." Another hesitation. "Last month." Seventeen. A child. Working in this palace, surrounded by Julian's wolves, learning to make herself invisible the same way all powerless people learned—through smallness and silence and the practiced art of not being noticed.

Children with harder. Kael raises his hand. Signal. Wolves relax. Slightly. They recognize him. But they look at me. My clothes. My city shoes. My crown that exists only in blood. "Who is she?" A woman steps forward. Tall. Broad. Arms crossed. Mira. "Seraphina Alaric," Kael says. "Princess. Candidate. My—" He pauses. Word sticks. "Partner." Mira looks me up and down. Slow. Judging. "She does not look like Princess."

" She said still maintaining the look, but this time she used her two fingers to make a quotation mark. "Isn't it obvious? I'm an Aqua-being" "ha ha haha! Aqua-being..... Which simply means you are a mermaid, sorry, merman, right?" Mom mockingly said. "Yeah! That's right. That's what your kind call us". Dad said as he still stares into her eyes. "You are a very funny person, I'm sure you already know about that, right?" She said this time she blushed because her eyes have caught the gaze of the stranger yet again. His eyes were alluring, so blue, and the craziest part was that he kept staring at her deep in the eyes, which drove her nuts.