Princesscore Outfits Novels & Stories

she replies and Alexia batted her lashes. She hated crowns so well and wearing her own was a big no for her. “I feel a bit sick of how overly respectful they are about a mare princess.” she shrugs her shoulder and Xeelany chuckles. “Prince Aaron looked too perfect to not be respected, definitely his woman would be respected.” Alexia felt a knot in her tummy, and her heart sparkles as she heard her say all of those things to her. Xeelany walks to the wardrobe and immediately brought out nice purple clothe. Her closet was filled with purple clothes all in different brands and designs.

She had quite a large collection of cloths Alicia could swear she barely wore. There were gowns, tops, skirts, tops, trousers, joggers, t-shirts, nighties, every type of cloth. There were also a collection of lingerie in a different row. Most were lace, of assorted colors. On the left side where the laundry basket was, there was a row of different shoes at the top. Heels, sneakers, cover shoes, flip flops, crocs, sandals and boots. Her training cloths also hung there. Black body hug leather pants, sleeveless black tops, waist trainers of assorted colors. From the look of it all, Alicia concluded that Princess Sasha's favorite color was black and red.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

"I can't find the suit." "I already hang it in the closet." "Okay", Aurora said and went to the closet to get her suit. She came out minutes later with the suit in her hand. "What of makeup?", Charlotte asked. "Just a little bit." "Okay", Charlotte said and walked towards the dressing table. "Just sit while I do your makeup." "Okay", Aurora said and sat down. ¶*¶*¶ "How do I look?", Aurora asked when she was through with her dressing. "You look beautiful that Prince Zuerien will have no choice but to take you as his future Queen."

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"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

Aynyra paused her healing, "Are you sure?" "The men won't touch me anymore if I'm not pretty." Aynyra's face darkened, but she complied, healing the wound just enough so that it would still scar, but heal mostly on its own. "We have a long day ahead of us, but I can assure you, with me as Queen, such behaviour will never be tolerated by anybody in this kingdom, ever." Aynyra's face was still twisted with a scowl, but she allowed them to continue dressing her in her finest day gown. She needed to make an impression as future Queen, and the blood-red dress would acknowledge both her power and grief for the war and lost lives. A red Queen. A Princess of Death.

I took my bath as fast as I could and wore one of the dresses the princess had gotten for me. A long purple gown with a slit that runs from thigh to the ankle. I wore a black heels that felt comfortable to walk with or even run with. I packed my hair in a bun, applied my edges and did some makeup to appear prettier. The thought of seeing Claven in the spiritual ground caused my breath to seize. As the princess guard, he's meant to stand by her protectively, especially during this phase of power unlocking. I was done dressing in less than five minutes and I appeared even more beautiful.

To see the castle as it really is, and not the mask that is shown to the wife of the rulers. Deya cautiously opened the closet with clothes, in which there was almost no room left: new outfits constantly appeared there on the orders of one or the other brother. Markats tried to compensate for the lack of attention with gifts. After sorting through several dresses, the princess found simple gray trousers made of warm wool, a silk shirt and a cape lined with fur, quite simple, similar to those sometimes worn by Shali. Comfortable and soft slippers with drawstrings were found on the feet.

Parties blurred together: the same music, the same fawning girls who pretended not to know who he was, the same expectations from a life planned out by his family’s crown and fortune. Then the air shifted. It wasn’t the music—it was the room itself, like a breeze of curiosity had swept through. Heads turned toward the entrance. She walked in like she owned the night. Princess Ariel. She wasn’t in a ball gown, and she wasn’t the prim, perfect image the palace PR team would have approved. She wore tailored black shorts that hugged her hips, a loose silken top that skimmed her curves and ended just low enough to hint rather than show. Her long legs were balanced on sky-high heels that clicked s