Princess Treatment Artinya Novels & Stories

The floor was actually clean; she just always overreacted to things. Her words entered through my right ear and went out through my left ear. That's what I always did. I've grown accustomed to scenes like this and I'm immune to the ill manners of the three princesses in front of me now. The other two princesses, Viviana and Meliora, laughed at me. "I'm sorry, I will replace your fork, Princess Octavia," I humbly replied. I took the fork from her empty plate. "Your eyes are truly useless! Can't you see that you've already put that dirty fork back on my plate? The dirt might already be on my plate!" She shouted as if she were going hysterical.

I had to think to understand what he was saying. The makeup artist walked over gracefully and picked up a small crown to decorate my head. I felt it was too much so I refused it. "Actually... your father told me to make you look glamorous, expensive, and luxurious. But if you refuse, perhaps these diamond powder hair clips can be used." The makeup artist was not out of ideas. I just gave in as she attached the clips to the sides of my head. The makeup artist looked at me as if I were her marvelous handiwork. "You look perfect now, Miss Zannelith. A princess preparing to find her prince."

“Elara? This is council business.” “I only wish to listen,” she said quickly, bowing her head with practiced grace. “If I am to serve the pack in time, I must learn.” The elders shifted, some with approval, others with irritation. One in particular, Lord Garron, let out a soft scoff. “The princess would do better with embroidery than politics.” Heat flared beneath Elara’s skin, but she kept her face smooth. In my first life, I ignored him. I let his words wash over me. And later, he sold us out to Ironfang.

“Of-of course, I can have a lead warrior give you a tour after breakfast. The warriors will have already eaten princess.” “Tawny.” “Huh?” She asks. “Tawny. Not Princess.” “I am sorry. His highness insisted we call you by your correct title before you even arrived.” She looks down into her juice “I don’t know how other kingdoms function, but I can assure you we treat everyone equally.” I scoff and point at her “Equally means holding them in the same regard as yourself. Not giving them a separate set of rules and calling it equal.”

Maureen said, occasionally shrugging her shoulders, amused by the answer, "A beautician." Called sick, it should be enough to go to a public health institution. It was just that the scars from Iqlima's scratches would not be easily disguised with makeup. She even suspected that the wife of her step-cousin might have gilded her face with poison first so that her face would not be as smooth as usual. "The princess of a rich man. Leaving work behind at will," Ben retorted. Most of the rich girls Ben had known from school to college were like that, willing to skip their studies to get the best treatment or perhaps make an appointment at an expensive clinic, including going through painful proced

Why does he look even more irked now? “You are a stand-in for the real princess,” he says harshly. “Don’t expect the same treatment that Vivian would have received. And don’t think you will get the same privileges. You are simply a substitute, so know your place. Don’t let your position go to your head. This room was designed for the real princess. You are not her.”

I ask Adams. "Here, there's no such thing as a palace, royalty and all that. Even you, no one will treat you like a princess or do things for you, you need to do it yourself. You don't need to be a prince, princess or royalty to be respected. You just need to be human and be rich," he says with his tune filled with sarcasm.

I said and mentioned their respective names "Thank you for accepting my letter. Now, how about you both sit on the couch and talk about your real business in the palace" I ittered while still maintaining my fierce, sharp eyes. Don't get the wrong idea, I am not glaring. I am just looking at them full of seriousness to make them realize that I am not a naive princess. I want them to view me in a way where it is much honorable like 'Intelligent princess' Because mostly, Princesses here in this world are known as a naive princess. Some would even call them 'Spoiled' princess so I wanted them to know that I am different

The princess was again going contrary to the law in the kingdom was not a good deal for the prince itself. On the study area, the prince settled on his seat, with a crest on his forehead. When Shuna, the princess personal maid entered, there was a glare on the majesty’s face that it flinched her in fear. Shuna bowed before straightening up and handed the prince a rolled scroll. Jion coldly looked at it then to the maid before he received it and unrolled it at once. If added crests were even possible to appear on the prince’ face, maybe it will be showed noting how he almost wanted to crush the poor scroll using his bare hands.

Even without looking back I could imagine the way Jessica stupid face was red as a tomato with absolute embarrassment she had been totally eliminated by the prince in front of so many peasants and as if that was not enough he actually all bit please pushed her aside holding my wheelchair. " My prince , are you really treating me like this because of a mere peasant?" " I would appreciate if you don't call anybody else by that name and if you think you are a noble then have some dignity to at like 1 just because she wasn't born with your privileges does it make you better than her," and with that he turned me over to his mother and I reached out for her hand and she quickly held mine and I cou