Princess Puzzle Novels & Stories

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

Prince Then the princess, then - in yet another display of familiarity that makes Regina feel off-kilter, for some reason - waltzes up to Regina, bumping playfully at Mattel’s shoulder as she does so. “Don’t look so horrified, Mattel,” She laughs. “Your little fawn will be safe with me,” She says, grinning, like there is some sort of a joke there. PRINCE Damian snorts. Mattel continues to look at Regina, searching her expression for some sort of indication.

She wasn't allowed to step outside at any cost and acquaint with her lover, even by mistake. When Queen Jenna and Miranda, holding her little Jocastia enter Ravine switches the TV off and says, "Are you trying to bake me into a bread in here? Why am I trapped here? Trap him! He's gonna be fine in his room for days!" Yells Ravine, frustrated that she cannot roam around. Miranda laughs loudly at her irritation while the Queen takes a small tray of rings to select from. As she presents the princess a set of the most beautiful diamonds of size 21, Ravine's eyes bulge out of her skull.

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."

Pearl's throat tightened just thinking about everything. "The princess? Um-well, for starters, if she is hiding here, surely we will know," she started to pace, "I mean, this is well... a small town... but we haven't heard of her. I mean, you know, um-she was missing? Or you know what? Maybe King Edward Jane may have already executed her." Pearl spoke so quickly, filling her lies with all the confidence she possessed. "This one is very much alive. She’s young. Beautiful and very manipulative. She also possessed powerful magic."

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

Even quiet, serious Ethan. "We can take a break," I said. "Sit somewhere quiet. Get some food." "The children—" "The children have been running nonstop for ninety minutes. They could use a break too." I stood up. "Come on. There's a princess meet-and-greet area. Madison's been looking at the signs all morning." The princess pavilion was exactly what it sounds like. A row of small, elaborately decorated stages, each one housing a different princess from different stories. Snow White in her blue and yellow. Cinderella in her ball gown. Belle with her golden dress and her book.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.