Princess With The Sad Eyes Novels & Stories

The fact was he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that the Princess was a witch who had just wreaked havoc in the palace. It took less than a day to change everything he knew to be rigid fallacy. The ever-perfect and revered Princess of Ehan, who without even a title intimidated the court of Beast, now looked like a manic. She shook roughly the arms of an unconscious, rugged man in bed as she shouted at him. The Princess had Bloodshot eyes, and the stress on her face was more prominent than he remembered it to be last night. Even the clothes she had on were loose and crinkled. It was unbelievable even when he saw her state with his own eyes.

King Eremus said and left his daughter's room. Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reached her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossoms so soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wears oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

I wonder why she fainted right after we introduced ourselves. I watched her closely. She really looks like Princess but at the same time not. Because if you’ll base her whole face she has the same face with Princess Princess but if you’ll base on their eyes they look different because Princess's eyes are strange and very beautiful but this woman who looks like Princess has just simple blue eyes. But don't even underestimate if her eyes are just blue because when you stare into her eyes you will feel like you are being hypnotized. When you look at her eyes it seems that you’re looking into a deep and beautiful ocean. "She's okay, she just fainted. You have nothing to worry about, your Majesti

Ilyria slowed her breath as well as she could, she wrapped her other hand around the Princess’s as if trying to warm it, the token she had passed the Princess, laying still and cold in the hollow between their hands. She forced herself to see again the Princess, laid out on the cold slab, but this time she saw someone’s mother, a woman who had once been young and loved, who had laughed and who loved the dancing girls because she had once been one. She saw the color restored to the Princess’s hair shining burnished black as obsidian, her skin smooth and golden. This Princess stood up from the slab where she had lain, glowing like a light in the dark place where she had been confined. Her eyes

From what he had heard, the King seems to be blaming the Princess of the Death of the Queen. 'Anyways, it's not my family matters.' he again said. Then he remembered again those penetrating eyes and he grinned, 'Looks like an interesting show would happen soon.' Meanwhile, Frost was staring at the young lady standing in the middle of the darkness, who was also staring deeply in her eyes, "Hiraya." Frost heard her uttered in gentle and soft voice. But what caught Frost attention is the young lady's pair of pure and untainted eyes. But such pure eyes held pain and sadness.

Now, they gazed upon the silent princess, reduced to the status of a slave, as she strolled through the courtyard, her mind visibly preoccupied with the turmoil brewing within. The vibrant hues of nature, once a balm to her weary soul, now faded into the background before her beautiful, yet troubled, eyes. All seemed to have lost their soothing touch. Her heart, heavy with sorrow, had numbed her senses, rendering everything around her tasteless and insignificant. The memories of the previous night lingered, refusing to be extinguished. Every moment, every gesture, and every whisper seemed to replay before her eyes like flashes of the past. The darkness of Samarth's eyes, as he loomed over he

Inside Theo Palace A drop of tear cascaded down the puffy cheeks of the gloomy Princess who was staring out the window hopelessly. Though she wasn’t shackled, she was confined within the four walls as per the King’s order who had surpassed all limits of cruelty. Caressing her stomach, a heart-wrenching sob escaped her chapped lips which soon took the form of loud cries. Diana burst into tears and clutched her stomach tightly, her body shaking violently as she cried for the safety of her unborn child whom the cruel King had ordered to kill.

she was bored without anything to do at home. Other than visiting her master and her friends at the guest residence, she had nothing else to do. “Why?” Leroy was shocked when he heard this. “I’ve seen 3 people with weird eyes that don’t match up with their species’ eyes and 4 including me.” “The royal vampire king Mateo had green eyes when he should have red eyes. The current royal hunter queen or huntress Carissa had red eyes when she should have green eyes.” “You, a royal prince of werewolf had purple eyes when you should have hazel eyes. I’m a royal princess of the witch, had hazel eyes when I should have purple eyes.”

If only I knew that this would happen, I wouldn't have gambled anymore. A blinding light entered the doorway where we were. I had to close my eyes hard before I could adjust to the glare. If I were in my right mind, I would be amazed at what I see, but I am still consumed by sadness and disappointment. The princess is now awake; she was greeted with warm hugs by the female echelons. I just sat there watching them, my tears falling no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. I am really broken. "Welcome back, Princess Savannah..." Nathalia greeted. Amusement filled me; the princess is so beautiful. There is probably nothing ugly about their race, and since they are the monarchs, they should

And it’s been such a long time since the girl smiled a proper child’s smile–pure and angelic in ways an innocent can be although her image had been eternally tarnished by diabolical red eyes glowing with dark laughter while the servant's blood pooled around her little feet and stained her gown with sin. “Why, my dearest mother…” the Princess all but purred those words out, never mind how painful her throat felt, her voice still sounded raspy, raw from the visible throes of a death rattle and the poison that burned her inside out. But the words were a travesty of the Queen’s sickly-sweet tone from earlier blending in a voice that should never be heard, should never have spoken again. Red eyes