Princess Style Carry Novels & Stories

“Prince Michael Leon and Princess Sarah Elma have arrived!” The doorman’s voice echoed through the hall. A conversation that swelled to the ceiling came to an abrupt end. Everyone locked their lips tightly and turned their eyes toward the door. There a nineteen-year-old girl stood. In the tops of the silk dresses with the tops off the shoulder and the cropped skirt parts, Princess Sarah looked adorable. Especially with her dark hair so simple. Her bangs were left loose as well. No extravagant hair accessories, except a small tiara, as a symbol of her royal family.

The crown prince walked step by step towards the priest, holding the princess's hand, and she was stunning in her dress. Her dress was made of pure white chiffon, light and ethereal. The top featured a one-shoulder design, adorned with delicate red embroidered roses that seemed like a tender embrace. A red crystal belt shimmered, and the skirt gradually transitioned to a light pink, blooming like rose petals. She looked like an angel descending from heaven. The ceremony was soon over, and the crown prince escorted the princess to their room to rest. Joyous laughter filled the castle as people talked and laughed, sharing different topics. The sounds of laughter, music, and conversation merged

In the Master Suite - One Hour Later The dress Alex had picked for Zara was really white. It wasn't the flowing, ethereal silk dress of the gala night. This one was structured, looked more like royalty. It was a sheath of heavy, ivory crepe that hugged her body like an armor. It had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit up the leg that allowed for movement. It was elegant, modern, and undeniably regal, just perfect for a Queen.

“Well, I am a goddess, after all. I want to look the part.” Justina’s eyes got wide. “Really? That will be amazing!” “I got a few to start with.” Victoria, the sales lady came back. Going into the dressing room, she hung up three different styles. My eyes instantly went to the one on the left. “That one, please.” I said. She unzipped me and helped me out of the tight dress. This princess style dress was more what I pictured. It was a thicker strap that went into a deep V. The fabric scrunched down to a belt that had diamonds and opals on it. It landed on my upper waist perfectly and fell to the floor. There was a slip that ran to my upper thigh. High enough that I need to make sure my underw

She might make these excuses but I knew the real reason why she was embarrassed was because of the kiss that she had given me a few minutes ago. She might not have realized what she had offered in the flow of the conversation but as soon as she had snapped back she had tried getting away which was difficult with her exhausted body. Her energy had waned, and her steps were sluggish. I couldn’t bear to see her try and walk on her own so even as she complained I wouldn’t let her get away from me. “Well I think a princess style carry is suitable for a princess,” I said bouncing her slightly making her hold on tighter as she gaped at me in surprise.

*age 4* “But mom why can’t I marry Krissy?” Siana asked with a pout on her face as she tugged on the corner of her mother’s dress. Siana wore a pink dress which looked good with her light brown hair and the tiny pink shoes she was wearing. “Cause she’s a girl Siana, you’re supposed to marry a guy.” Her mother patted her head lightly. Siana looked up at her and there she was. That pretty woman she admired the most as a child. Her birth mother; The Queen. The brown hair was fixed so perfectly into a bun, complementing her light complexion. She had a lavender dress on which went down her knees and it announced that she was royalty.

The sun's light illustrated the princess's breathtaking features, such as her amethyst eyes, porcelain skin, and pink rosy lips. In terms of height, the princess was taller than Maria. Her very posture was perfect as she wore a lavender corset-inspired blouse with frills. Adorning the middle of her chest was a line of gold buttons with a light green band-like cloth worn around her waist, decorated with pastel flower designs.

The chest was embroidered with small flowers ending at her waist. "I look like a princess!" Caroline squealed, spinning in a circle for all of us. Shannon nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Definitely suits your princess sized attitude." Caroline narrowed her eyes at Shannon, "Because it's Arabella's birthday, I will accept your backhanded compliment." I chuckled at the two of them and called another stylist forward. This particular stylist caught my eye. He was tall and skinny, but had a boy-ish face. He looked extremely young to be a stylist.

“Normally a princess would wear pastel colours and a Queen Darker colours, put you still have a very innocent feel but you can fight like a warrior.” “I really don’t mind about the colour – I just need to be able to move in the dress and be able to dress myself. I really don’t want someone else in here dressing me.” “That’s good to know” Evie wrote another note. “Jay are we doing your clothes to match, I was thinking similar to the kings but I will make them more manurable too, did you want any weapons concealed in your clothes, That will be harder.” “No, its socially acceptable for me wear my weapons on the outside, so I should be right.” said Jay

Her hair elegantly sat atop her head in curls, framed by a sapphire and diamond tiara. Princess Marie Anna elegantly stepped out of the carriage behind the crown Prince and Princess. A small girl with dainty features like her mother. She wore a frothy dress with ruffles cascading down the fuller skirt. It was the most lovely shade of aquamarine. It reminded her of her mother’s eyes. She wore a simple diamond tennis necklace. Each diamond perfectly matched set in gold at her collarbone. Prince Edward then emerged from the carriage. As he stepped out, he snapped his head in the direction of the window.