Princesse の小説・ストーリー

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

Hazdil asks, and I can see that he’s putting forth effort to be nice to his brother, at least in front of me. “Hazdil, the Princess needs to see the 3-D images of Araphyra and our surrounding townships.” “Of course. Please, Princess, have a seat.” He says and hurriedly rushes to move mechanical items from a chair. Another of the techrechauns, having heard us, pulls a box from a shelf and comes over to us. “I am Weddeg, Princess.” He glances up at Buppig for a moment. “I am also one of Buppig’s brothers.”

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

He looks up and I follow his gaze to a beautiful young woman with glistening blonde hair standing before us in simple but clean clothing. "My Prince," she bows less formally than the seneschal but no less deeply. She doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even look my way, her eyes are purely for her lord. "You will address my lady," he replies curtly, irritated, "She is Prima." The girl is unable to hide her shock. "But she is human." "She is Prima," he growls. "Or do you question your prince?" The girl falls to the ground, groveling before us, her forehead hitting the marble with so much force as to make a resounding thunk that echoes in the chamber.

Anthony bite his nails aggressively as he watch his brother beat him for the fifth time, Michael parted his lips in victorious as he took the black Queen and play squarely winning again “Good one Michael, I will make sure to win you next time” Anthony said and refilled his empty glass “I always beat you Anthony just deal with that” the both shared a laugh and re-arrange the board again, just as they are about to start another game Princess Izabella walk in with her entourages dressed in a flashy short gown with lot of jewelries accompanying her violet coloured dress which portrait an elegant lady of royal “Greetings Prince Michael, My crown” she greeted the two princes, Michael replied with

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.