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Princess Dohana turned to give him a stone cold look, "why haven't you said this all along. Do it quickly, tell Prince Terrah to make the payment." "Yes, my Princess." "You may go," Dohana dismissed him. After he left, Princess Dohana began to caress her stomach gently. "Jake, our child is waiting for your return, what's taking you so long?" As she spoke, the Princess heard some light footsteps. She stood up abruptly and glanced around. Behind her, the Prince of Paris suddenly appeared. Looking handsome and dazzling on his white suit, white shoes and a white hat, the man smiled at her. "You...what are you doing here?" Dohana asked puzzled.

Looks like i'm gonna have fun after all. Stepping close to him the others stepped back to make way. "Why don't you shut up and climb that ring asshole" i say coldly. He then began to laugh sarcastically then looked at me. He's only a few inch taller than me. "Princess I think you should head back home and braid your dolly and not stay here to fight with a big man." I looked at him dead in the eyes then smirked "why you scared to get your ass kicked by a princess" i ask emphasising the last word. Just like i've expected he turned red in anger and stepped towards me. He was about to throw a punch but I was quick to duck and throw him a punch straight in the face knocking him out instantly.

At this rate, I’d have to start selling my organs. Before I could wallow in my financial despair, my phone vibrated with a notification. Estergram: Cincel’s new skirt line ‘Boudoir’ is now available! I clicked the link out of curiosity, scrolling through the pictures. The skirts were gorgeous—flowy, sleek, bold. One caught my eye. A black, thigh-slit masterpiece that screamed confidence. I smirked, nudging Suzu with my foot. “I’d look good in that skirt, right?”

Her name appeared in my mind. After a moment, the nerves in my head finally stopped stretching and twitching as if they were about to tear my skull apart. I bent down to pick up the box. It was made of black walnut wood, crafted with meticulous care. Its polished surface gleamed with a deep, warm brown tone. On the lid, delicate carvings formed the shape of forget-me-not flowers — small and fragile, yet symbolizing eternal love and memory. Each petal seemed to have been carved with endless patience, curving gently around a circle representing immortality and connection.

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

- Are we there yet? - Yes... Get out. Without asking for help, Kaya got out of the car and when the car started, she stood there watching it drive away... That's when she realized how much her life would change... Princess overnight... Even if it was only for 3 months... As a child, she wanted to be a princess: to wear beautiful dresses, have maids and wear a crown. However, she had had a reality opposite to this little girl's dream... Today, her dream was about to come true. She was going to live in a palace and marry a sultan... She hoped he wasn't old and disgusting or young and fat. As for the fact that she might have to sleep with him, Kaya preferred not to think about it... She was goi

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

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

Some, surrendered not wishing to fight the royal guard. We picked past those fighting towards my house. The door laid smashed to splinters and the floor stained red with blood. Five of dad’s closest men lay dead, their throats torn from their bodies. The King had another one of my dad’s men in his mouth as his scream turned to a gurgle before silence. King Xander spat the throat of the last man at dad’s feet. I could see his fear, but he’s smiling, “Buddy, this is all just a huge mistake. Son! Tell the King how much a mistake this is! The Princess loves you, she wants to be with you.” His sickly sweet smile disgusted me. “No dad, you kidnapped her and threatened her. She’s terrified. Tell th

The princess came over and took her pen to teach Randell. "Is it any wonder you can't write when you're in that state?" asked the princess, dismissing the issue regarding her. Randell's attention turned to what the princess said about him. Randell snickered and sat up. Princess Chandra began writing a single syllable. Then motioned to the handsome pirate to copy it so he could try to learn. Randell followed that quietly. While the handsome pirate was still busy concentrating on writing. Princess Chandra's steps are slow as she examines the items near the handsome pirate's table.