Princess Syndrome Novels & Stories

If His Majesty will allow me, I still have my wedding dress to try on. Without another word, and without even waiting for his permission, she left his office. Elzhar was perplexed... She had... Changed too much. Far too much... She was no longer the smiling, soft-spoken Princess he had first met... In such a short space of time, she had undergone a radical change. Even her eyes had changed... He could see a certain malice in her eyes... He thought he needed a woman who would just smile and redo her make-up, but he found a woman who was outspoken and out of the ordinary...

As such, I was shown by the maids how to handle the princess for the rest of the day. I reached the conclusion that it was a miracle for her to arrive at Castella in one piece. From my perspective, the maids said something like this: Her skin needs to be moisturized and cleaned constantly to not fall apart. Her bones are not all settled in. Her whole being is in such a delicate state that she can stop breathing while asleep. The maids said it wasn't very normal that she screams so much. But because she wasn't properly cared for before( with mean glances in my direction) it would be like this for the next weeks.

Inside her thoughts, as her lovers, the men at her feet, went from the first to the second, between three generations of the Princess family, in exchange for their revenge, when they would put their plan into action. In the midst of this, it was said that the prince in turn, son of the main family was sick, he was deteriorating for years, until in the midst of this, he lost his sense of smell and the movement of his left leg and right hand. Nathaniel Johnson had with his suitor, being that she was the beautiful Barbara Borges, who was beautiful and sassy, besides the brave woman, that he never thought to find, even if her beauty is wanting.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

she ponders as the two leaves. As the servants left her office, the Princess stood up and looked at the mirror. She rolled her sleeve up to massage the swollen red rashes scattered across her arm. The Princess applied for ointment and medicine, but none could relieve its irritation. She looked at the window to see fat rats festering below the gutter of the Royal Court. Unbeknownst to her, Pentalium's attack has begun; none is the wiser to understand the danger the Kingdom is about to experience. William, John, and the Princess must brave this storm if they are to stand against their invisible enemy.

“But what? So now I’m getting married!? She looked at her mother The queen swallowed and held her shaken hands then looked at her husband “Go ahead and explain to your daughter!!” The queen said in anger Althea looked at her father “Why am I getting married all of a sudden and who is it?” She remembered how her older sisters got married, their marriages were all arranged. As princesses they can’t just marry anyone. The first princess had gotten married to the crown Prince of East kingdom while her other 5 sisters were arranged to marry high ranking officials sons in different countries. Her father wanted connections all over the world which is why they got married to those people.

, Fife nudged him to be quiet. "That's my daughter, she isn't okay mentally, she is normally supervised to make sure she does not cause trouble, I wonder what happened today". The king explained. Rumor has it that the princess had been afflicted with a sickness ever since she was eighteen. Nobody knew the nature of the sickness, neither had anyone seen her since then. "I beseech you not to let anyone know about this or about any of the things that happen in the palace", the king asked of them. They bowed to him, "of course your highness, we won't tell anyone about this".

What has gotten into me, finally clearing my head I go to turn and remember what he called her ‘Princess’ and it didn't seem a term of endearment. Who is this fucking woman?

Her stepsister’s voice sliced through her hope, bringing her back to the role she could never escape. Maris’s face tightened slightly. Seraphina swayed closer with a mocking smile, chestnut curls forming a dark crown. Her green eyes glinted with malicious superiority. “You think the moon will make you a wolf? All I see is a girl, desperate to grow claws, too soft to scratch.” Seraphina tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. “It’s adorable, really. A little half-breed hoping one day she’ll wake up as a real wolf.”

My cold, authoritative tone did the trick as Prince started talking like a parrot immediately. “Princess Shyla Harrison, age nineteen, an Alpha King from the Fenrir bloodline. You are the daughter of Alpha King Edward Harrison.” Me and the princess? Oh, my Goddess! My mouth slit opened wide in a booming laugh, as this introduction shot a prickling sensation up my spine. I was frantically looking around, seeking for assurance as he continued, “Your mother, Jasmine Harrison, was pregnant with you when the werewolves and the Lycans signed a peace treaty.”