Princesse 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.

No one knew that it was the tribe princess since this particular princess in front of the prince had different color of the hair and to note it all, this one’s very beautiful. “Princess…”Prince Jion finally looked at her after his eyes wandered around the guest. “What is this?” “I was supposed to wear a veil but Princess Minzy insisted us to come in these funny dresses.” Princess Alminah defended as the prince eyes averted to her fierce ladies, standing beside his friends. They too look stunning on their own choice of apparels and Romanian dresses. “Come with me…”Prince Jion faced his guests. “Thank you all for coming. Kindly excuse me with my wife.”

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

I added. "Yes my princess, I'm yours" ****

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

Princess Scarlette shushes her brothers as the doors begin to open. “Prince Maxwell, the crown prince of England!” The announcer spoke as Prince Maxwell walked down the staircase with a wave to the esteemed guest. “Prince Caspian, the prince of Wales!” Prince Caspian made his way to the people with a flashy smile as cameras started to capture his angles. “Prince Benedict, Duke of Cambridge!” Prince Benedict struts down the stairs with a serious demeanour and with his head held up high. “Ugh. Why do they always have to be so flashy,” Princess Scarlette rolls her eyes before getting called once again.

Doutina Royal Air's managing director is her. Barb, Angelina, Prof Rosaline, Prof May, Dr Pretty leeward, and Angel Liticia were introduced by her. She stated that we are not identical twins. In our haze. It's a Princess and a Prince situation. The Princess is the senior, while the Prince is the junior. The empress of the Indo-Continent is Princess. Let us extend a warm welcome to Princess Justine Justice MacLean. As she stood to drop her head, she was praised.