Princess Plural Novels & Stories

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

"May we enter? Alpha Kieran has requested we prepare you for the welcome ceremony." Princess. The word still felt foreign on my tongue. "Come in," I said quietly. The door opened and three women entered. They wore elegant grey dresses with the Crescent Moon pack symbol embroidered on their chests—a silver crescent surrounded by stars. "Good morning, Princess." The eldest woman bowed. "I'm Matilda, head of the royal household. These are my assistants, Clara and Beth. We're here to help you prepare for today's ceremony." I sat up slowly, tugging the sheets higher.

The twins looked at each other and wondered what could have happened to her. They mindlinked each other. "Was it her turn to get fucked?" "But she isn't a sex slave." "That's true but even if he sleeps with her, there's no one to question him. All the non royal ladies in the mansion are called the King's women." "King's women? You seem to have gathered more information than I have in the last few days." Rose continued sobbing and the twins tried to comfort her and at the same time get her to talk. "The princess… princess… Princess Sasha…" Rose tried to talk, as she bursted into tears again.

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

Everyone was wearing the same clothes as her prince, but with different numbers of decorations that adorned the arms of their uniforms, which made her think to herself, "This is definitely their military rank, and these are certainly his brothers. How many are they? How many women did this king marry to have so many sons?" She drew her attention to the presence of young men, approximately the number of princes standing, standing on both sides around the princes as if they were their servants, and there is also one accompanied by her prince who was with them in the car and was walking completely behind him, and now he stands close to him while he is standing with his brothers to disperse the

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

she wheezed. Valor let her go when the King cleared his throat, the sound echoing across the hall. "Princess Aynyra, please sit." The King gestured to the smaller throne two seats to his left. On his right, sat her brother when he was around. The other throne was reserved for the Queen, her mother sat there, and now Rhae would. If she woke. Aynyra gracefully strode before the King and bowed low before taking her seat. Prince Valor stood before his party and bowed once again to the King and Aynyra, his noblewoman doing the same.

Once he was gone she looked back and went up to Caden. "You can't be here you need to leave," she demanded. "Then you're coming with me." he fired back. "I have things to do and you are getting in my way. The people here are dangerous and I don't want to deal with anything having to do with you." Caden took the wad of cash from her hands and flipped through it before handing it back to her. "Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus."