Novel & Cerita Princess Style Carry

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

she shouted. "Long live the King!" the gathered crowd repeated. The Princess was wearing a long, beautiful black dress with a high collar and a deep neckline. I would say that it was a luxurious mourning dress if it wasn't so damn sexy. Certainly, my pearl white dress with simple lace ornaments couldn't match her elegance. Elora's gaze was on Sariel alone. It was typical for her to ignore me, but this time it was more irritating than ever. She looked like she was seducing Sariel right in front of my eyes.

The theme of the ball was Purple Skies and it was mandatory to wear suitable colors to match the theme. I took one of my purple dresses off the rack. It hugged my body in the right places and the back area was exposed. The gold straps made it prettier than usual and I thought it would be best to continue with gold. I put on my favorite pair of gold heels, gold earrings and a long tassel statement necklace. Gen assisted with curling my hair and doing my makeup. Finally, I applied my body perfume and took my gold clutch and walked out the door with Gen following beside me. ________________________________

Her tights had a floral pattern and her shoes were white. “You look like a princess,” Macey smiled. “How do I look?” Aria pressed her lips together as she studied her mother. Macey’s dress was mermaid-style, strapless, with a sweetheart neckline. The material had a satin finish and was made to look as if it wrapped around her, giving it added texture as well as accentuating her curves, which now included a growing belly.

“You don’t need it.” “Yes, I do. And I'm not sure what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen this bag before. Maybe because you're a man you think all bags look the same.” Aurora studied the designs on the bag. It was a light green bag with darker green flowers and leaves with gold detailing. It was simply gorgeous and she had to have it. “Fine. Maybe I have not, but you don’t need it.” Aurora snatched the bag back. “Yes, I do.”

And Eden still wouldn’t dare to meet her eyes–how curiously annoying. “I would have asked what I did now but… but if I were to hazard a guess, this has something to do with the attire you chose for me today, has it not?” she asks her handmaiden, sounding almost good-natured if it weren’t for the very obvious glare she was subjecting the older woman with right now. The attire the Princess spoke of consists of a long, traditional black dress made of a soft, flowing material with her family’s insignia resting on where her heart should be, kind of reminiscent of the style from most of the dresses she often wore as a child.

Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities." Aynyra was wearing some of Rhae's noble clothes, dressed in a floor-length lilac silk dress with flowers embroidered into the bust. Rhae glanced at her in thought as they exited the house and walked through the noble streets. Nobles who passed recognised the Princess and bowed, casting no suspicion to the Amiran guild member walking beside her. However, some waved down guards and pointed her out in the crowd. Rhae recognised the streets were filled with guards, out looking for the declared missingPrincesss. Rhae sped up

I’d waited about ten minutes when they returned with a garment bag. “That was fast,” I stated, walking to the register. “This little lady knows exactly what she wants. I don’t know why you didn’t bring her in here two hours ago,” Caroline stated. I smiled sheepishly. “I apologize. Next time I’ll bring her here first.” “I accept your apology. Princess Jilliannah says she doesn’t have a Royal stylist.” I looked at Jillie before turning my attention back to Caroline. “She doesn’t, but then again, she doesn’t like when other people pick things out for her.”

Emilio was able to do this with neither comb or cream. “Take this as a treat!” I mumbled to him. In no time, we arrived at the ground floor to witness my staff already lined up with Caroline in front to welcome the princess. There was already a fleet of five luxury black cars with one of them carrying a flag, an indication that the princess was in this one. As I stood in front of Caroline with Emilio beside me, the door opened, first her assistant, a woman in her forties came out, then aiding her out. She wore a long flowing pink gown with a long scarf over her head and shoulders.

GREGOR POV She walked in like she owned the bloody kingdom. Diamond earrings glinting, neckline gown sharp enough to bankrupt half the noble houses, the Berlin or Berjin bag-whatever-the-name dangling from her arm like it was forged in Olympus. And yes—the iWatch. Don’t ask me why a supposedly ancient royal princess had the latest tech strapped to her wrist like she was timing a CrossFit class, but here we were. Sugar trailed behind her in her prim P.A uniform, looking like she was two seconds away from filing an HR complaint about all this nonsense, while Prince Leon… oh, he was thriving. The smug bastard had tailored his suit perfectly, walking beside her like a man who was very much “in l