Romans & histoires Princess' Or Princess's

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

The palace gates had not stood this tense in years. Guards lined the walls in double ranks, spears gleaming in the afternoon sun. Banners fluttered above, the silver wolf of her family’s crest snapping in the breeze. From the balcony above the courtyard, Elara’s breath clouded faintly against the cool air. Her palms gripped the railing, hidden by the folds of her gown. She forced her shoulders back, her chin high, every inch the princess she was expected to be.

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

Jin thought to himself in confusion, blinking at her odd choice of words, “You forgot to water them, you mean? Don’t you have a gardener or something for your plants? What if you’re busy?” “No,” the Princess immediately answered, her voice turning a pitch lower, sounding almost possessive, ominous, “…they are mine.” “I was just–” “I prefer to take care what’s mine.” Jin blinked, taken aback… And then smiled, “You’re… very responsible,” “Well, they are my pride and joy,” the Princess shrugs… a short, elegant movement of her shoulders rising Jin thinks wasn’t really fit to be referred as such. He hums, “Aren’t they a hassle to deal with?”

Sabrina blinked at her. "Me?" she asked. "Yes, you. Follow me," she commanded and turned. Sabrina followed her not sure where she was taking him. By her outfit, it was confirmed that she was a royal. The passing servants bowed at her, "Princess, Ciarra," they called her. It is then Sabrina realised she was following a princess. The first thought that crossed her was about Elizah. She must have seen Elizah. She felttempted to ask where he was. Which on was his room. Where can she find him.

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"