Princess Thomas Novels & Stories

It was the thief she had hired to kill Rebecca. "How did-?" She said surprisingly, still shocked that he was captured. One of the maids pulled the door and was startled when she saw the Princess. "Your Highness!" Fiona turned round and sneered at her. She rolled her eyes and continued to look at the thief. Thomas had kept an apple on his head so that Williams could shoot them. "I had told him to be careful." Fiona gabbled angrily. "Did you saying anything, Your Highness." The maid asked.

Selwyn said in a stern voice. I was shocked and angry as I turned to him and said,” You knew of this betrayal and didn’t tell me? What is this great betrayal my treasure?” Selwyn ever the King sat back and patted his leg for me to sit in his lap. I sat down and waited for the answers I needed. Rage filling my mind. Connie sat forward in her chair and with a look of hurt and anger said,”Queen Rain several days ago Thomas began acting weird. Being secretive and meeting with Modley and Falun. At first I didn’t think much of it until I found his dark blood magic spell book. Thomas is half dragon and half wizard so while he doesn’t shift into a dragon he does use wizard magic. I took the book of

*** I got to his study and found maps scattered over his table with mother beside him. In the middle of the room was Thomas. His hands were behind him as he was in his ceremonial elder uniform. Gods, I hated this man. Every muscle in my body screamed. I stopped just inside the doorway. My mother spoke first. “Octava. Come in.” I stepped forward, never taking my eyes off him. “Elder,” I said flatly. “Princess,” Thomas replied, bowing his head. “It’s good to see you well.” I almost laughed.

"Thomas. Is there a problem?" "I will not have some girl come into this kingdom and tell me what I must do. I ruled alongside your father, I helped establish this pack after our fall. You disgrace yourself, you disgrace this kingdom parading that pretender around as a queen. We know who she really is. That bitch is the end of us, and you know it too." Gasps sounded from all around the great hall as Eli and Thomas stood, nearly nose to nose, Thomas just a few inches shy of Eli's height. Eli took a small step back, studying Thomas.

I chuckled then hugged her back tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here, Althea. The world is just giving me everything lately,” I sighed and I heard her giggle. “Now, save those ‘everything’ later at my room, okay?” Althea then went to Mom and Dad to greet them and now, Thomas was in front me. “Princess Ruthy,” He greeted then took my hand to kiss it. “Prince Thomas,” I curtsied. “How was your travel?” “Tolerable, it wasn’t as boring as I expected it to be. Althea was babbling every hour,” He chuckled. Oh, wasn’t expecting this fresh attitude from him.

"By the gods does his hate for being a noble bother him so much he subconsciously picks up on it." When Thomas woke up everyone quickly filled him on the whos, what, and how. Oddly enough he didn't question anything. Not Christopher's origins, not him being Havoc, the gates, nothing. He sat listened and at the end all he had to say was. "I'm not to surprised, I wasn't sure what exactly, but I knew there was something special about you from the start. There was an air about you no one else could match." Thomas laughed, his usual nonchalant character completely unchanged by the news he had just heard. " Just don't be surprised when I drink a little extra tonight. I went from assisting a friend

The doors opened, and we were bathed in the golden light of the great hall. "Presenting, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Her Highness, Princess Camellia Arventia and Grand Duke William Valois." the man's voice echoed, and we walked, our hands linked, down the great catwalk, under the shocked gazes of the Emperor and the entire imperial family of Arventia. Some things at that ball were going to be very different, and I was going to make sure that I was the trigger for the biggest explosion in the empire's social circles.

“Mommy, can we have a princess tea party now?” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Only if your dad agrees to wear the tiara this time.” Thomas groaned, slumping dramatically against the couch. “Why is it always me?” “Because you’re the funniest in a tiara,” Emma said, biting back a laugh. Lily clapped her hands. “Daddy in a tiara! Daddy in a tiara!” Thomas sighed, putting his guitar aside. “Alright, fine. But only because I love you both.” Emma disappeared into the other room, returning moments later with a pink plastic tiara. She placed it on Thomas’s head, adjusting it with a smirk. “Perfect.”

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."