Princess Syndrome Novels & Stories

"If you'll excuse me, I have matters to attend to." She moves past us, and I have to physically resist the urge to pull away from Vivienne and follow her. What is wrong with me? Why do I care if the Princess looks upset? "Poor thing," Vivienne says once Iris is out of earshot. "She's having a difficult time adjusting, I hear." "Adjusting to what?" "Being back at court. There's been talk, you know. About the Princess." She lowers her voice conspiratorially. "People are saying she's become unstable. Moody. Withdrawing from social functions. Some think the mission affected her more than she's admitting."

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

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She gritted her teeth in annoyance. Selena saw how complicated Sydnee's expression was and she laughed. "Don't be too sad." Selena looked ahead and smiled brightly, like she was reminiscing something in the past. "A princess was born to be adorned by jewels and expensive silks, and then be married off for political gain like a piece of sh*t." Sydnee once again froze by Selena's words. Princesses have a distinct influence in the kingdom, so the nobles and commoners alike should not speak ill of them. But Selena's words would make them both lose their heads.

Katie asked but she already knew the answer. " I'm sorta a Princess." Sam stated flatly. Katie had never seen Royalty before. Never mind that she had been dreaming of Sam for YEARS and now had even less control over her emotions. She liked being super popular but didn't care for all the clicks and hated bullies.

She heard some maidens whispering and sniggering among the people crowding both sides of the path to welcome the Queen and she had no doubt that they were talking about her – the bastard princess reduced to a serving wench. "Isn't that the scandalous seed of the late King Adolf?" An unmated girl called Stella was whispering to the other, the Alpha's daughter known as Claire and who was probably the most beautiful unmated maiden in the Pragoth but infamous to be rather haughty and overbearing. "The half-nymph princess subjected to the life of a low life because her mother committed suicide?" Stella asked in curiosity. "Unfortunately, she is," Claire said. "I've heard of her so-called beauty,

I wasn’t leaving exactly, but I just wanted him to feel the hotness and give me what I wanted. “Wait!” It worked. I turned back to him slowly putting him a feigned expression. “Have your seat.” He said and I did so, waiting for him to proceed. He pulled out some files from his drawer and dropped it in my front. “The prince was diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress disorder years ago, and he had been under treatment since then, but not full treatment because he can’t be admitted to the hospital.” He continued. “So what has been done about it?” I asked, “also, what are the symptoms of this condition?”

"Immediately, given how urgently the prince's condition continues deteriorating." I traveled alongside my mother and Ondine three days later, the Empire's capital proving considerably larger and more imposing than anywhere our coalition had previously ventured, and the young prince, when I finally examined him, presented a condition that immediately struck me as familiar despite Vashti's claim of its unprecedented rarity. "This isn't simply illness," I said, studying the particular pattern of the prince's symptoms with careful, deliberate attention. "Mama, Ondine, look at this. The wasting pattern, the particular way his own natural healing seems to be actively working against him rather tha

ARDYN. Gold and Princess had a sororal bond; they were almost inseparable. They behaved alike, talked alike, and were practically the same person in different fonts; just like Zay and I, but Zay chose Gold, and I hadn’t chosen anyone, yet. Princess had to be the most confusing person I’d ever met. One minute she seemed okay and the next, she seemed out of her mind. It seemed like she was only stable when Gold was near. Gold has whispered something to her, from what I’d observed Gold didn’t seem surprised; she was only worried. She knew about Princess’s fears and for some very odd reason, I wanted to know her fears too; for the reason that this should occur again, not like I cared for Princes

It will be an absolute festivity that will last for days and nights, for the kingdom had not seen royal matrimony for more than a decade. Morrigan fixed her shawl as she prune some of her mother's bonsai and camellias. Putting the branches and flowers she cut to a tray that a maid is holding as she waits patiently beside the princess. The maids around her watch her intently with silent relief as they watch how the princess seemed to be so calm and that the breeze around the garden seemed to help her calm herself. The princess seemed to have to recover from her illness smoothly, other than the occasional nightmares that woke her up screaming at night. Her delirious state had not resurfaced fo