Princess Syndrome Novels & Stories

"My daughter would never do that!" "Avy loved her life, she would never do that!" The King exclaimed. "Never!" "All of us know that the Rosé disease symptoms appear more than a year before the death of the person. My sister saw it a year prior to the Princess's death. At that point, do you really think she hadn't been having the symptoms already?" Gods above, what's gotten into me?

I squeaked, my voice somehow going so unnaturally high that I wanted to die. I had to repair this. FAST. I cleared my throat, approximating dropping my voice. "But, uh, Jacob, listen. I— I have a condition." His eyes widened. "A…condition?" "Yes!" I nodded vigorously. "It's called…uh…Hormonal Imbalance Syndrome!" Silence. Jacob blinked. "…Hormonal what?" Oh God. What was I saying?! I panicked. "It's a very rare disorder! It—it affects my, um…hormones! Sometimes they just—" I waved my hands around wildly. "—fluctuate!"

Skhemarriah!... The whisper came again, low and menacing. A slow threat over the princess's life for the fifth time since she visited the blood hearth. If she knew about it's curse she would have never entertained the thought of having it's power. The memory of the trip to the hearth made bowel raise up her throat. The nauseous feeling followed her into her en-suite bathroom causing her to barely make it to the toilet. Her sickness had alarmed the entire kingdom because her kind rarely got ill and according to the doctors her condition was incurable.

I grit my jaw. “ It looks like in the past the Princess had a terrible accident or encounter with an enemy who crushed her side or it’s possible she fell from somewhere high and broke her whole side. Her bones must have been fractured horribly back then that even the healing didn’t hide the…history. ” He rants on as my hands clench by my side. The atmosphere in the room drops. I can feel the darkness emerging from the corners, leaping towards me while the lights flicker to let them reign.

Joseph's voice turned cold as he said, "Who raised you to be such a delicate princess?" Elianna kindly explained, "Mr. Kensington, you must understand that only those who are not princesses but fantasize about being treated like one are said to have princess syndrome. I was born a princess, so how can there be such a thing as princess syndrome for me? If you want to blame someone, blame my grandfather, blame my father, blame my brothers who spoiled me like this." Joseph reluctantly used scissors to cut open the packaging, but his hand trembled and accidentally spilled half of it.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

Maximus' smile widens from her words as the doctor looks at her in amazement Lianne Naveh: No, nothing, you don't have to come on, I'm ready, please Lian lies on the pink bed with white silk sheets, while the walls are in pink, a room with a female character of pink and white, indicating the tenderness and femininity of its owner, the doctor begins to examine the princess and ends after minutes while waiting for the prince, the princess and her maid The doctor smiling: Congratulations, my lord, the mating process was successful and it was successful Maxus with a cold smile: Thank you doctor, you come in the cart waiting for you to take you back to the kingdom

The fact was he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that the Princess was a witch who had just wreaked havoc in the palace. It took less than a day to change everything he knew to be rigid fallacy. The ever-perfect and revered Princess of Ehan, who without even a title intimidated the court of Beast, now looked like a manic. She shook roughly the arms of an unconscious, rugged man in bed as she shouted at him. The Princess had Bloodshot eyes, and the stress on her face was more prominent than he remembered it to be last night. Even the clothes she had on were loose and crinkled. It was unbelievable even when he saw her state with his own eyes.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Other princes tried their luck to marry her but all did not go well. Rumors have it that the so-called general misconduct by the princess was just a cover-up term to exactly what was happening to the princess. Princess TT was a pangender with adopted tomboy-like behaviors. I all remembered everything I had heard about the princess before and now It was in the evening and we are to spend a night together as the newly wedded couples. What if I didn’t like what I saw? What if the rumors were true? Would she harass me sexually? Would she have male reproductive organs and if that is the case what am I going to do?