Princess Stories Novels & Stories

After her conversation with her mother in the morning, she has spent the entire afternoon locking herself up inside these chambers. Once on the streets, she has overheard two females talking about how princesses get all they want conveniently and how they themselves still have to work even though they and those princesses are from the same race and so they should be equal. Elysia has to say they are partly right, about princesses’ lives are easy and convenient. Because now she is getting bored and wants to have fresh air outside this suffocating palace. Poor her, she thinks sarcastically.

Their plans, I can see it all If I am a wise princess, they would either decide to follow me and stab me soon or they'll try to ruin me before I even founded my force. And if I am an idiot princess, they would try to control me to monopoly everything that I have and the things that I'll have soon like 'the throne', 'imperial family's wealth and 'imperial's property'. Too bad though, because I am a cunning princess. And I don't plan on being a someone who could be stabbed in the back and a someone who's too idiot to understand everything

“ One day , when going to school ,the princess met a handsome boy . He was so gentle and caring , cool too . The princess fell head over heels for him , he did as well . “ said Antonio with a warm smile remembering the good times with Axel . “ So , the princess lived happily ever after ? “ asked Angelo with a happy expression that the story would have a good ending . “ He he he ! My dear child……..Not every story is meant to have a good ending . The second princess hated the princess . She hated her because she was prettier , smarted and more capable than her . The boy that fell in love with the princess was a powerful prince that raised the princess to the highest rank where no one could ha

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉

Joel merely chuckled, trying to win her over, and lightly patted Primrose's back before responding. "You said the content of the story didn't matter, right? Besides, fairy tales are products of imagination." Primrose continued to listen reluctantly, her eyes closed. The plot was beyond her imagination, causing her to turn her gaze toward Joel with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "So, the young princess had to do chores like a servant under the rule of the stepmother, who was in charge of the kingdom. She had to do laundry and clean the house, and she was no longer allowed to wear beautiful clothes. Even during lavish balls, she wasn't allowed to participate and had to stay alone in her

I asked. I don't know why but it somehow makes me feel bad. "are you sure you're not just making things up?" I joked. "of course I don't. I don't like lying which is why I don't lie" she answered and even raised her pinky finger. "promise" she said. I just nodded. "why does the Prince cry though?" I asked. I'm more curious now. "this is our little secret okay?" she asked. I nodded. "promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked. I just giggled.

Arabella said, smoothing Raina’s messy hair. Raina nodded solemnly. She cleared her throat and began to tell a story about a princess who lived in a castle made of chocolate and had a pet dragon who was afraid of the dark. It made no sense at all, but Adrian and Arabella listened like it was the most important speech in the world. Raina’s story ended with the dragon discovering that the dark wasn’t actually scary if someone stayed beside you long enough. “And then the princess gave him three nightlights,” Raina declared proudly, her eyes already growing heavy with sleep. “One for under the bed, one for the bathroom, and one for emergencies.”

And when the guards caught up with them, he had been given clothes and had ridden the horse back with the princess secured in his arms. It was highly unbelievable. Still, a very beautiful and absolutely romantic story. “Have you ever heard the fairy tale about the prince on a white horse?” I asked Fenrir. “No.” “I should tell it to you some night,” I offered. “Its roots are probably connected to this one.” There were five more stories. The last one was the tragic one about the sudden murder of the young ruling couple. It made everyone remember the great loss and all the atrocities that had followed. For a moment, the gathering was absolutely silent. Most of the smaller children were already

“The arrogant prince pushes the beautiful lady out of his life, thinking she will cause conflict to his future throne. He later realizes his mistakes and that he loves her, but it’s too late. He finds it hard to fall asleep as he constantly thinks of a dark-haired girl. But the lady’s far long gone. One beautiful morning, he prepares his horse and soldiers for a long journey to find the lady, but he doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t even get her full name. Days pass by, he heads back to his palace defeated. The prince is so sad and devastated by the loss of the love of his life. He loses hope because he will never know when to see her again. Life is so unpredictable, little treasure, b

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”