Princesse の小説・ストーリー

Anda smiled and The girl sitting beside her scoffed. "Hi..I'm An....Miranda Don Costa" Anda smiled at her. "Pristine..my name is Pristine" She said. "I'm engaged to the prince.we haven't been introduced yet" Anda put a spoonful of rice into her mouth. "Miranda" The Queen Called. "I'm the King's Mistress, The Thirteenth,They know me as the Thirteenth." Pristine smiled. Everyone froze and Anda continued eating. "I thought we established the fact that Improper things will not be spoken about while we are eating" The Queen glared at Pristine.

the Princess Arphen is in flustered. to be continue.....

Veron casually cracked a joke while the prince agreed with a smile. The prince looked towards us as he motioned Veron to introduce us. Noticing the hint, Veron smiled as he introduced us, “Well, these are my friends-“ ‘Who are your friends? I never talked you even once!’ “-as you already know Damien and Vincent are our classmates. These two lovely ladies are Miss Maya Winters and Miss Quinlynn De’Rosa. Everyone this is his highness the third prince Elijah Markus Atlantas, Gylen-“

The prince walked quickly, turning right into the hallway as she saw him. “Oh, no! His perfume still lingers. He is quite handsome, so it is not surprising that he is linked to several women, celebrities, and even royals. But he has a girlfriend, the Princess of Spain." Marie's thoughts were on Prince and for a moment she daydreamed of him.

I challenged him. "Well maybe the evil spirit is actually trying to stop a certain spirit from fooling around!" "Hey, spirit." I said. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a d*ck is PRINCE Ace?" '11' "Who's the ugliest and stupid looking princess in the whole kingdom?" 'R-O-S-E"

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

Her laughter broke through the crowd’s talking. Her Royal Highness, Princess Romaine Eloise Santángel-Ordoñez of Deltora… ‘Romy’, for all her friends, as he heard through the grapevine. The laughter was forced, he could hear that… Well, anyone paying attention would notice that… As was the smile plastered on her amazing lips. That aside, the sound grounded him, and King focused solely on its sweetness.

I don’t know why Marcus makes me nervous, maybe I should be. “I don’t think that is a good idea,” he said shaking his head. “The old man has been going crazy about what to do with your mother and you.” “Well I am Prince Sebastian’s mate so I don’t know what he would do with me. As far as I understand I am a Princess because of my father.” “Well you might be, but the King doesn’t think you deserve that because you haven't been raised here, you don’t have a wolf,” he said. “From the smell of you since you don’t have that creature in you anymore.”

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.