Princess Scott Novels & Stories

Creed's POV Fabulous. That was the best my brain could do then. She appeared… amazing. Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress. My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom. A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk. "You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face. “Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.” Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.” “In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

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.

**AFTERNOON AT THE AIRPORT** Time flew by fast as it was already Friday. A young lady could be seen making her way to the exit of the airport, she had a baby cute face with bunny-looking eyes. Her blonde sunlight hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she had a slender curvy-like eight figure. Her skin glowed, making her perfect color come to light, everything about her was screaming pure perfect feminism, she was the heiress of the Scott family, Sofia Scott. A lady with beauty that makes heads turn to take one last glance. Every step of hers showed off her endless pride.

"I am the waiting maid of princess Athena who is the only child of the king and queen. Jackson's eyes suddenly lit up the moment he heard the princess's name. He immediately went to stand in front of Kathy as well and asked, "we heard that the princess is very beautiful and that wealthy and royal men come from both far and wide to behold her beauty, is that true?" Kathy nodded her head, "yes it's true, the princess is really beautiful. She is the most beautiful in the whole kingdom. She was the one who sent me to get these flowers for her so she could smell them when she woke up from sleep and now the flowers I plucked have been ruined.

he was dumbfounded, "Scott Burkholder? Right?" "Yes your Imperial Highness," Scott bowed. Archie nodded. "I didn't mean to see you here..." Scott gave a slight laugh. Archie looked at him and then at the woman beside him. The woman was blonde with brown eyes and was slightly beautiful. She wore a long-sleeved green velvet dress that was a bit daring. "This is my fiancée," Scott introduced him to the woman beside him. The woman bowed, "It is an honor to meet the Emperor of Promor's first son. I am Alexandra Ead, I am the first daughter of the Emperor of Lavamore."

Rhae paused and stood at attention, presenting the Princess, still holding on tight to her wrist. "I found thePrincesss, I rescued her from a fighting ring where they had been holding her hostage. The fighting ring has been taken care of by my guild. As a reward for her return, I ask only for an audience with the King." Rhae spoke as diplomatically as she could, making sure to enunciate every word.