Princess To Be Novels & Stories

“To celebrate the harvest season. It will be your first official public appearance as Princess, dear.” I force a smile, though my stomach twists. Public appearances mean pretending. Smiling. Touching him. “How wonderful,” I say, keeping my voice light. Madeline sets down her teacup, her eyes twinkling. “It will be lovely to see you and Kaelan together. A true royal couple.” The words make my skin crawl, but I keep smiling. I have no choice. ***** The day of the festival arrives too quickly. I spend the morning being dressed and prepared by servants—my hair pinned and arranged, makeup expertly applied, a gown of deep emerald silk that makes my brown eyes look darker.

But this time, it doesn’t take much to convince Zuri because she ffor whatever reason, believes I'm completely safe now that I've been revealed as the princes’ mate. In her words, the Blond and the Beret Nobles from the other night can't do shit to me. Not when I'll soon become the princess of Crestbane. Eww After getting ready for the day, I make my way through a crowded corridor toward my first class of the day. I rarely take this route since I prefer passing as few students as possible, but I quickly realize just how terrible an idea it was to take it today of all days, right after my gods-given identity reveal.

Epilogue Pacing her room, the Princess wonders if now is the right time. Plans were made to hold her Coronation next Saturday as this Sunday she will turn twenty-one. She knows with the small fights and skirmishes caused by that Traitor and his rebels that her people need a distraction, but deep down this nagging feeling tells her something bad is going to happen. The door to her room opens causing the Princess to jump in fright. Her boyfriend, realizing he startled her, takes quick strides and pulls her into his arms.

I wanna see who the Emperor is! The voice of the Announcer sounds out once more; “Bow in reverence and offer your most loyal greetings to the Royal Family! The first princess and current Regent Empress, Princess Rosalina De Lunarius Devereaux! The second Prince, Prince Theobald de Lunarius Devereaux! The third prince, Prince Gorge De Lunarius Devereaux, The fourth prince, Lukas De Lunarius Devereaux!” Finally, a deep vice carries through the ballroom;

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

I ask, stopping the sprites from doing their shared brain speak. “Lady Princess Lily?” They ask, confused by my question. “Yes. I’ve always been Lady Guardian Lily.” “That was before you and our Prince accepted each other as mates. Now, you are our Princess.” “Oh.” I say, overwhelmed. I hadn’t expected to be considered a Princess until we completed the mate bond, or at least until Aolis returned to Araphyra. “And, of course, you’re already showing that you’ll make a fine Princess.” Buppig says.

But, he didn’t say anything and just continued to listen to Yris speaking. “The princess grew beautifully, and she is expected to be the heir to the throne.” Yris continued. “But, when she came of age, she was given a trial just like the previous kings and queens. Her father, the king, doesn’t want her to undergo the trial and just directly appoint her as his heir. But, she herself insisted.” He said. Raine’s brows raised in surprise. He thought that the princess would be a squeamish one being raised pampered in a castle. It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched.

Beatrice spoke as she walked into my room and opened the curtains. I nodded my head and went to speak when I remembered I wasn’t allowed to. Goddess, I hate this life so much. “You need to get dressed. You’ll be joining the King for breakfast.” She said. What? Breakfast? “Here, they’ve brought your gown. He has a few rules, as we are hosting a breakfast with two other royal families. You are to sit at his feet. You are a slave, and slaves belong at the feet of their Master. You will not speak a word unless King Viktor speaks to you. And you may not look at anyone besides the King. Do this, and you may eat breakfast afterward.” She said. I can’t look at anyone. What an odd rule. Either way, t

, she said putting more pressure on my chest over my heart, I wanted to object but I couldn't, the better part of me knows I have to go back, I close my eyes and took a deep breathe and calm myself, when I opened them back I was ready to finish what I started, "I'm not sure what strength you will say I have because I feel damn weak right now", "You my dear, your strength will come from us, our love and bond that we all share, now I want you to repeat after me, I Annalise Elisabeth Shaw do here by accepts the responsibility, power and liability of the crown, I will put the lives of others before my own, to maintain balance and fight for what's right, I will be fair, loyal and understanding an

Although Alpha Ben is called cousin by my dads, he technically isn't family, and I don't want to make a negative impression. ALPHA BEN "You look fine, Chels," I say as a laugh rumbles out from deep inside my chest. "Laugh at me all you want, Ben, but I refuse to look anything less than perfect. This is the princess, for crying out loud. Her mother is next in line to become our Goddess. Her Fathers are over a hundred years old. Not to mention the trio killed Lord Stefan," Chelsea says as she reapplies a different shade of lipstick. I stroll across our large room and place my hands on her shoulders. Her brown eyes meet my blue ones in her mirror.