Princess Plural Novels & Stories

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

But maybe, there were more princes? "How about the princes? How many are there?" Roselle asked Elijah. Even though Romeo 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 Fay and Tina, Roselle also thought that this way, she could avoid getting close to Romeo – especially avoiding those bewitching eyes of his. "There's only two, my lady." The butler said. "The Crown Prince and His Highness Romeo."

In terms of fears or uncertainty, Aeternum have none when we went up against the empire. “Well…they still haven’t stopped sending their flies onto us…..by now, even the Prince and Princess of the Emperor have tried to joined in…”.(Elijah) Now that is another level of pesky if you asked me. The emperor have prince and princess a lot, like almost a few dozens, and all of them were given a force of their own. On top of that all of them wanted to prove something to daddy dearest, which resulted in all of them just being a stupid idiot.

Princess added. “Oh my gosh. Elaine, how many kids did you give birth to?” the stylist asked as she stared at Elaine seriously. “Mommy gave birth to the three of us. Triplets, I am the youngest. The two are boys, my older brothers,” Princess answered for her mother. “Was the dick that sweet? Maybe you can try mine, too,” the stylist said, causing Elaine to throw the nearest pillow at him. “Sweetie, go find the butler and see whether your milkshake is ready,” Elaine said, making Princess stare at her.

“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?”

“Is that why your coat says, prince” “Any of us directly under the king are princes. Danny and Sal are also princes even though they’re older than Spin. And Cheeks is a prince and he’s the same age as Spin”, he explains. “And the girls?”, asks Meme. “ There’re no girls in the hog or the leadership of the crew”, he says. “So no, there are no princesses if that’s what you’re thinking. The women are called our old ladies, except for Spin’s girl”, he says, pointing to me. “She’s a queen”!

Elysia remains unsure among the crowd, out of which she knows only some faces. The king has yet to arrive. Walking her way around the room, Elysia can easily overhear several attendees are guessing and questioning what this council might be about. It seems they are as clueless as she is. Out of the king’s ten children, seven princes and three princesses, eight including herself are within this room; none of the seven doesn’t seem to register Elysia’s existence—not just this moment, but the entirety of her nineteen years. The remaining two she has not spotted are Kannax, the oldest prince, and Sandrian the oldest princess, and she likes it that way. However, when have her wishes ever come tru

"Don't mind me." "I did tell you that royals also study at the Kozen Akademis, right?" She questioned as she lowered herself down, a feet above the surface of the water. "You did," I replied and watched her dipped her hand onto the water. "Three princes are currently studying there, including my Young Master. Though, it'll become five soon." "Five?" I shouted and she let out a meaningful laugh. I gazed upon the crescent moon and sighed. Hello, Moon. My only friend. Please don't let me meet more princes. How do you even greet royalty properly?

“My brothers.” “Some are. Some are…” She hissed softly. “I’m not allowed to voice my opinions of them.” “I’m not officially the Princess of Absalom. We can still gossip like commoners.” I whispered to her, and she giggled. “There are five princes. Two are married. The three youngest are unmarried.” She began. “The oldest is the nicest.” “And the most cruel?” “The youngest. He is not cruel or ruthless, but he is… a real elite.”

She looked like she just ran a mile, and he pondered if she was breathing hard from nervousness or something else. Camilla faintly heard the gasps of those around her as she glanced at the grudging faces of the female royals. There were seven princesses in total who attended the half–month–long celebration. Six royal princesses including herself and the only Imperial Princess of Movako, Princess Laryn—daughter of the current emperor’s adopted brother, therefore Prince Fazan’s cousin—the most fitting for the title of an empress. Most expected the prince to honor Princess Laryn in this event as she was the strongest candidate, thus Camilla understood their reactions towards her. But she was m