Princess Of Peace Novels & Stories

Prestoria was not going to be history any longer but only the gone Prestoria would be. Prestoria would be a magical place. The King took it from there. “There is no more war but we have been in this great pause for fifteen years.” The exclamation from everyone present began. “But our Princess here has gone through a lot. Being the only survivor after our brave sorcerer died, she went through a lot to save Prestoria, and now she has. I present Princess Angela of Prestoria!” The clapping was three times louder than before and she felt extremely special. That was when the jitters came in.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

She held it toward her daughter with a satisfied curl of her lips. “To the fall of the High Realm’s most beloved princess,” she said, each word dripping with delight. Seraphine laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut the air. She clinked her glass against her mother’s, eyes bright with triumph. “To the beginning of our reign.” They drank. Seraphine sprawled back in her velvet chair, one leg draped over the other, her gown shimmering in soft shades of rose gold and cream. She looked breathtaking, radiant, victorious. The look of someone who finally believed the world had been set right beneath her feet.

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

"Today is the day that my children will unveil themselves in front of us. The long-awaited appearance of my son, the newly crowned Alpha King will reveal himself here along with my two daughters, the Crown Princess Cassandra and Princess Cherish." I chuckled mentally when I heard the name of Crown Princess Cassandra. She has the same name as our Luna Casey of Dark Soul Pack. "Behold! Princess of Oak Plain, Cherish Ylea!" A loud gasp roared in the row of military personnel. My eyes widened upon the second daughter and Princess of Oakplain passed by me. On my peripheral vision, she was wearing a military uniform. When I looked up and saw who she was, I couldn't help but have the same expressio

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Gasps rippled through the audience at the sight. Aries raised his hand, silencing the awe-struck murmurs. “She is born of peace,” he said, voice steady. “Of strength. And of the bond that ties this kingdom together. This is our daughter—Princess Seris. May she walk in the light of the Moon Goddess, and may she always know that she was born of love.” The crowd erupted in a cheer so thunderous it shook the balcony. Flags waved. Children danced. And Aurora felt a lump rise in her throat as she looked down at Seris’s blinking eyes, completely unaware of the momentous legacy she had just stepped into.