Princess Treatment Artinya Novels & Stories

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

People like Bianca were meant to be kept in hospitals where pride and arrogance were specially treated! How could she slap a woman old enough to be her mother?! "Spare me the details! I paid a lot of money to make sure I'm booked with you three weeks earlier despite your one month requirement. Fine! Then I come here today to hear shit about my money being refunded and stuffs? Is that the screwed up 'maximum satisfaction' you give your clients, huh?" Bianca yelled dramatically. The Princess spared her a degrading look. How do one derive pleasure in embarrassing oneself??

Caroline ended the story, caressing Artin’s face. “Mamma, I’m… a prince,” Artin said, recalling how someone had called him Prince. “Yes, you’re my prince,” Caroline said, pinching his cheek. “Prince cham..Caming?” Artin asked. “No, sweetheart. You’re only my Prince. My Prince charming is your Papa. Only people of almost height become any girl prince charming.” Caroline answered his unasked question, knowing very well what he was going to ask next. She knowingly mentioned the word HEIGHT so that Artin wouldn’t start complaining about him not making her Prince charming.

The girl smirked. "It's Your Royal Highness," Ari corrected without thinking. "Only a prince is called Your Highness. The King is called Your Majesty." Then Ari realized what she had done. The girl was just being a smarty pants, and Ari thought she was addressing her by title. Both the cafeteria worker and her mother looked at her as if she had four heads. Ari shrugged. "Long story." As they approached the cashier, the cafeteria worker slid a fish sandwich on a paper plate across the counter. "Here you go, Your Royal Highness." She smirked as she turned and headed over to help another woman.

"Oh, they'll be fine, Zuu. Just give it some days." She smiles and looks at me. "The princes are every female Noble’s dream. No one has ever said ‘no’ to them. You are the first." I shrug. "They're better off without me." And I mean those words in a literal sense.

He smiled and fished the small key from his pocket, placing it in my hand just as Tobi handed him a glass of something amber and strong. “There you go, Uncle Cayden,” Tobi said. “It’s still Thefros to you, boy,” Cayden replied with a wink in my direction. “Oh, I see how it is. The official titles don’t apply to the princess, apparently,” Tobi teased, pretending to be offended. “Well, maybe you should try being as charming as that one,” Cayden said, pointing at me. “Alright, enough out of you two,” I said, rolling my eyes fondly.