Novelas y relatos de Princess

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

The sun's light illustrated the princess's breathtaking features, such as her amethyst eyes, porcelain skin, and pink rosy lips. In terms of height, the princess was taller than Maria. Her very posture was perfect as she wore a lavender corset-inspired blouse with frills. Adorning the middle of her chest was a line of gold buttons with a light green band-like cloth worn around her waist, decorated with pastel flower designs.

the queen said. Axel frowned. “She is Iris, the princess of the third most powerful kingdom, Azuria,” she added, smirking. “I am delighted to meet you, my lady.” Nathan gently bowed to the young woman. Leon followed after him. Axel just stared at her. She had long black hair up to the buttocks that framed a small round face and dark brown eyes shaped like almonds. Her dress traced perfectly her slim body. She was beautiful from head to toe, worthy of a real princess. She had everything a king needed; beauty, fortune, a kingdom and connections all over the world. She looked perfect and he hated her for this reason.

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

You know that uneasy feeling you get when something big is about to happen? I was getting that feeling now. Alyana and I looked at each other when we were interrupted by another female voice that we weren’t familiar with. “Princess,” she called out, “Everything has been updated, and the principal is waiting for you.” “Princess?” Alyana asked. “Yes, Princess, Brianna Althea Davenport, Princess of Norrustra.” Alyana and I turned our heads so fast we thought our necks would break as we looked at Brie.

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...

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 appeare

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they w

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.