Princess Plural Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"I've never seen anything like this." Isolde noticed immediately, and a proud smile spread across her face. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Kaelara nodded honestly. "It truly is." The princess giggled. "And this..." She gestured dramatically around them. "...is only one garden." Kaelara stopped walking altogether. "Only one?" "Mhm." Isolde nodded eagerly. "The palace has twelve." Kaelara blinked. "Twelve?" "Yes." Isolde nodded vigorously. She looked around once more before turning back toward Isolde with complete seriousness. "Why twelve?"

She scooted closer to me as the girl left. “It is, Lillian. Will you please call me Violette.. you know how the people of the palace feel about me. I’m sure you calling me Princess offends them greatly.” I said sadly. She placed her hand on mine and nodded. “I’m sorry.. I forget we aren’t home sometimes. But just know that you will always be a Princess. It runs through your veins so don’t forget it.” She said softly. I smiled at her and nodded. “I won’t. Now, what can I do?” I asked.

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 pats the spot beside her. I eye the cushion placed on the floor. So we have to sit on those cushions and eat at the low tables? That’s interesting. I nod, walking towards her silently. Stares follow me until I settle down and turn to Agrona. She pushes her hand towards me. I take a glance at the rings adorning her fingers before meeting her gaze, “ A Princess doesn’t kiss another’s hands. I only ever show respect to my King and no one else. ” “ That’s fine. I should have been more thoughtful. ” Her hand curls mid-air and she pulls it back. The smile remains on her lips, now forced and cruel.

But maybe, there were more princes? "How about the princes? How many are there?" Julie asked Elijah. Even though Alex was sitting next to her, she preferred asking Elijah. Apart from the fact that Elijah was so easy to speak with, almost giving off the same vibe she got from both Fray and Gina, Julie also thought that this way, she could avoid getting close to Alex – especially avoiding those bewitching eyes of his. "There's only two, my lady." The butler said. "The Crown Prince and His Highness Alex."

Anda asked. " You'll be given a schedule of when to get intimate with the crown prince,Princesses are allowed in the palace but will never grow up in the main palace to avoid commotions since women are known to be dramatic"The Queen rolled her eyes. " What are my right? the price of giving up my children, career and total person?" Anda asked. "The title.. There's no honourable position to be The Queen of Dullard, it's one which women are willing to kill in order to occupy." The Queen smiled.

"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.

Her instructions were absolute. “Yes, my queen, of course, my queen.” The poor pixie was having such a hard time containing her excitement. “Are they staying...” Her words trail off. I immediately understood her question. “Yes. It has all been arranged.” The castle knew more people would be here and three doors appeared yesterday, adjacent to the Princess’s room.