Princesscore Outfits Novels & Stories

At 3 o’clock in the afternoon, when the princess walked in, Cory almost lost his breath. She wore a dark green dress today with golden accessories at both her ears and neck. Under the warm afternoon sunlight which shone through the transparent window wall, she looked almost like the Queen of fairies. Cory stood up from his chair instantly and went to greet the Princess. It was only when he got near to her that he noticed that masked vulgar wolf was following her. “What a shameless eyesore!” Cory cursed at his head, but kept a polite smile on his face.

The purpose was clear: strengthen diplomatic alliances and showcase the nobility’s power. My outfit, handpicked by the royal committee, was a form-fitting black dress with silver accents that shimmered under the light. The backless design was daring, and I’d styled my hair into a loose bun with strands framing my face. The prince, as always, commanded attention. His outfit was immaculate—a long velvet coat embroidered with intricate silver runes and mystical symbols. The high collar, leather accents, and polished silver buttons exuded power. His polished boots and the royal signet ring completed the look. He was the living embodiment of power and seduction.

“Normally a princess would wear pastel colours and a Queen Darker colours, put you still have a very innocent feel but you can fight like a warrior.” “I really don’t mind about the colour – I just need to be able to move in the dress and be able to dress myself. I really don’t want someone else in here dressing me.” “That’s good to know” Evie wrote another note. “Jay are we doing your clothes to match, I was thinking similar to the kings but I will make them more manurable too, did you want any weapons concealed in your clothes, That will be harder.” “No, its socially acceptable for me wear my weapons on the outside, so I should be right.” said Jay

Ignis answered and silently look at me and Sassy up and down. "But if we're going to the Kabisera? Wearing a dress worth nine hundred gold bars? You'll probably stand out." She continued as we enter the room Hailec had prepared for her. "Nine hundred gold bars? Heck! Fhyra! You're wearing a goddamn gold!" Sassy exclaimed as she stared at my dress. "I wasn't talking about her Sassy. It's given that the Princess wears satin dresses. But you, fantasians would wonder who you are to be able to wear such a luxurious dress." Both my and Sassy's eyes widened when we heard Ignis' comments.

Dear heavens, don't let me fall flat on my face. I sat beside the club ladies as we waited for the host to officially start off the party.We talked about the latest trends, all I needed to join the club, their achievements until Princess Ella stood on stage. She looked very beautiful. Light makeup, hair held in a shaggy bun, a metallic chainmail dress with short sleeves, a deep v-neckline and a panel with gathering details contrasting the waist that looked good on her.Truly she was the princess and host of the party.

It would indeed be unwise to let my jealousy towards the Princess slave ruin everything we had. As I made this decision, I felt a fresh sense of determination arise within me. I took great care to choose the perfect outfit to make amends with King Zahir. The attire that caught my eye was a stunning gown crafted from the finest deep blue velvet. The fabric hugged my curves in all the right places while cascading down in graceful folds to cover my feet. The modest yet elegant neckline was adorned with exquisitely delicate lace that accentuated my fair complexion. I felt confident and radiant as I put on the dress, ready to approach King Zahir and prove my worth. It was time to put my shallow f

Some said they had black skin, someone said they were like giants and those with little imagination waited patienly to see them in the corridors leading to the Great Hall. Princess Alyn and Odeya fed on the hum of energy and put extra time into getting ready. Odeya already knew what the Prince looked like and a smile came to her face at his charming ways. 'Khalid', she remembered. Princess Alyn had been so jealous when she heard that she had seen him first but she soon let go of her jealousy when Odeya asked her to help her look nice. The Princess had squealed with delight and produced a red number that she claimed her look like an undead Princess. She lent her a silver necklace and combed o

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

The crown prince walked step by step towards the priest, holding the princess's hand, and she was stunning in her dress. Her dress was made of pure white chiffon, light and ethereal. The top featured a one-shoulder design, adorned with delicate red embroidered roses that seemed like a tender embrace. A red crystal belt shimmered, and the skirt gradually transitioned to a light pink, blooming like rose petals. She looked like an angel descending from heaven. The ceremony was soon over, and the crown prince escorted the princess to their room to rest. Joyous laughter filled the castle as people talked and laughed, sharing different topics. The sounds of laughter, music, and conversation merged

This feels like the kind of dress that was made for a spy disguised as a princess, a femme fatale, someone who people underestimate because she’s pretty and delicate but who can poison you in nine different ways. The kind of dress for a princess with two Alpha mates, each of which is ready to tear the world apart at her command. Slowly, I smile. Because I absolutely love it.