Princess To Be Novels & Stories

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.

I tried to reason out. Nikita shook her head in dismay and crossed her arms. “Your beauty is useless when you don’t take care of it. The prince is looking for you. Do you know how princesses from other kingdoms spent an entire three to five hours just to dress up well and do their makeup by the handmaids with intensive care? That is because they are going to introduce themselves as the princes in our kingdom!” I caressed my nape. “Well, it is not my first intention to dress up for the prince. I didn’t even know that he is here-"

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

She introduced herself. "You mean, just for me?" I asked. "That's right." She says. "Alright. I wasn't expecting that." I say. "Come now. Let's get you dressed." She says looking through the cupboards. "I don't even know where to start." I say. "Well, you're the princess. Which means you need to look better than everyone else in the village. You always need to be dressed and well-groomed at all times. You can never be seen after you just wake up. You need to be wearing make-up and dressed with jewellery and everything." She explained.

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."

It is now a small classroom to teach me to act with a greater pedigree. “We praise the Goddess for all the Gifts that She bestows upon us!” Phoebe calls. “We give our devotion to the Goddess!” I echo in refrain. Several days of morning prayers have taught me the cadence and script. “After your sealing you will be a Princess. Princess of Fives. You will never outrank a Royal of the bloodline. Your children will even be superior to you.” She says matter of factly.

she looked into her jotter. Rina exhaled deeply, her heartbeat increasing, who would she be working for? "The Princess, because of what previously happened, wants no personal maid for now, so, you gonna be the personal maid to the Prince," she smiled. "What!" Rina gasped.

Before Alisha could speak Elizabeth continued "She is the Princess of Alynthia, Elena Beaufort" "What?" Alisha exclaimed and then asked hurriedly "Then she is not a normal human like the other think?". "Yes…" Elizabeth told everything she knew about Lea to Alisha. "The only reason I am sharing this information with you is because you are the crown princess and you will have to take care of our kingdom in the future," Elizabeth said seriously. "And make sure no other soul than the ones in this room knows about it. Understood?" Elizabeth asked to which Alisha nodded in understanding.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

I got Becky tucked into bed before sitting next to her as she started to cuddle Hope. “Okay, Daddy, I’m ready.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she giggled. “I’m ready to fight dragons and rescue my prince!” “Well, you’re in luck! Because that is the first part of your story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, little princess named Becky. She was smart, funny, and had the most beautiful singing voice to ever exist in the world. Her voice could tame wild animals, cure disease, and create world peace. Early one day, Princess Becky’s parents, King Daddy and Queen Mommy came to her room to wake her up for princess school. While King Daddy did her hair, Queen Mommy told her about a town that was mil