Princess' Or Princess's Novels & Stories

“A masque is a masque. Alaric. My King is holding it. It’s nothing to do with me. I didn’t ask him to invite the man.” “But you knew it was in his honor and failed to mention it.” He followed me down the stairs. Speaking in a low enough voice, others couldn’t hear us. I didn’t deny that. “Least you’re not bothering to play at ignorance.” “I usually don’t.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Increasing my pace. Alaric’s lips twitched in contempt. He tilted his head dangerously. “Where are you off to in such a hurry, Princess?” “Queen.” I corrected. Voice raising in outrage that he refused to acknowledge my title.

After all, you've earned a higher education. Aside from that, you're a prince from a prosperous household. Your women may be quite fortunate. Prince's don't usually marry one unmarried woman. That is debatable. If the prince is fortunate enough to become King, he will most likely marry more than one lady. What a stroke of luck. In addition, I am a princess. My father reigns supreme over these continents. And, Princess, what is your name? Princess Osabarima Kelenkeshi Patience is my name. You may refer to me as Princess Pat or PP.

“What are you all doing here?” But when I looked at the girls again, their eyes were fixated on me. I caressed my arm, feeling abashed by how they stared at me with judgments. “Elizabeth,” the prince called me. “These are the princesses. Princess Jeany, Princess Fatima, and Princess Zendrel.” “Oh!” I exclaimed and bowed down for respect. “Good evening, Your Highnesses.” “Who is this girl?” Princess Fatima asked so I looked at her. “Is she your girlfriend, Ronald?”

Crystal hissed. “What’s wrong, My Little Princess? “He touched her chin playfully and said, “A little Princess depends on her parents. The Queen depends on herself, and the Princess depends on her husband... From now on, you will be My Little Princess.” Crystal raised her eyebrows. “What if I want to be a Queen?” She asked. “Then you will be My Queen.” “Fine.” Crystal folded her arms across her chest and said, “Call me what you want, just don’t call me late for dinner. I am famished.”

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

She's mine, and only mine. My princess.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

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

Elysia's monarchy is revered for their wisdom, fairness, and commitment to fostering peace and cooperation among nations. "Princess Isabella of Adernia," Prince Gabriel began, his voice carrying across the room, "allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations on your ascension to the throne. It is truly an honor to witness this momentous occasion and to meet the remarkable woman who will lead her kingdom with grace and strength."