Princess Treatment List Novels & Stories

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

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"Thanks. For strength. I need that. And therapy." He smiled and walked off. By the time I took my seat, I had a stack of saccharine niceness and no understanding of how I ended up here. It was as if they were all members of some covert society called "Nice People" and nobody reminded me that I was included. In Creed X, we did not do nice. We did effective. We did ruthless but in stilettos. I hadn't even fully logged in to my system when Queen arrived. Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same.

With duties to follow the responsibilities of their parents, even if the structures of their respective countries were no longer part of a monarchy for so long. What first irritated her about the powerful woman, was her unscrupulous demand for royal treatment without putting limitations on that treatment, it was true that her first impression when meeting the woman in that hotel hall full of security guards brought her a tremendous amount of arrogance. . The princess of Egypt then was summed up in arrogant bitterness, which implied a lot of herself in purposely irritating her, such as hiding a title of address "highness"to use one as "ma'am".

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

The lady smiled softly as she shook her head lightly. “You know, my people found you lying unconscious in the forest, running down with fever and covered in injuries.” She traced the hem of her skirt but dropped it and looked Verona in the eye. “I like to side with the winners and you seem too weak to be one so I politely reject your offer. I’d rather work for the princess as she seems much more stronger than you.” Verona glared at her in anger as she heard all that. She couldn’t believe this lady was talking to her this way. She was supposed to defeat the royals and here she was talking about working for their stupid and useless princess.

Hazel pinched the bridge of her nose. I only shook my head and reached for the toast. Truly, I had no idea what constellation this child had fallen out of into my house. Certainly not the same planet as ordinary people. “Look at this.” Rhea turned to Salma like she was seeking expert testimony. “Look at how she treats us after we bought her stickers, gelato, and that little dress.” Salma poured orange juice into my glass without blinking. “Princess is consistent.” “She’s a tiny monster,” Hazel said.

“This room is very luxurious and excessive, Madam. How can I accept all these things? Of course, this is something that no one could ever imagine. Didn't you say that if the rule here is that everyone here is considered equal and treated equally, how could everything turn out like this? It was something that no one could ever imagine and I became confused about everything that happened. Now what should I do? Of course everything can never be good at all and with everything that is, of course.” "Indeed, all the rooms in this palace are deliberately made the same. But for you it is an exception, because you are what God has blessed. How could we possibly treat you the same as them? That is the

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

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.