Novel & Cerita Princesses Of Today

Like me, they are well dressed. "Hi, babies!" I approached them and gave them a tight hug and kiss. Today is their birthday, their 7th birthday, to be exact. Disney is the theme of their party, Lessandra is Cinderella tonight while Lessanna is Belle, they're my Disney Princesses! "My granddaughters!" I was just next to Mama. With tears in her eyes, she approached her grandchildren and hugged them tightly. "Happy birthday to both of you! What a real Princesses!" Mama added.

“I’m not here to debate history. I just want to know if you’re in league with those vampires who intend to destroy us.” “We offer no one allegiance or obedience,” Francia said. “Though I will say that the princes are feeling quite… vicious. One of them has already attacked New Moon’s true capital. I can only assume that more attacks like the one in the capital’s mall and so on will grow bigger and spread like fire.” She shook her head. “And where do you stand? No allegiance? No obedience?” “Neither has served us,” Francia said hotly. “Neutrality and complete disregard seem to be logical next step.”

with a small smirk. I take my seat just as the herald announces, "Her Royal Highness, Princess Selene of the Northern Territories, Daughter of the Ancient Line." The crowd parts, and she steps forward. I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't this. Princess Selene moves with fluid grace, her silver-blonde hair braided elaborately with tiny diamonds that catch the light. Her features are striking rather than conventionally beautiful—high cheekbones, a determined chin, and eyes so pale blue they're almost silver.

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

She looked every inch the queen, regal and untouchable, but her eyes held a warmth as she surveyed the gathered women. "Ladies," she said, her voice carrying easily across the courtyard. "Thank you for joining me this morning. I know many of you have been eager to meet our newest addition to the royal family." Eager was one word for it. The court ladies leaned forward slightly, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and thinly veiled judgment. They'd all heard the stories by now—the feral princess from Silvara who wore trousers. Who'd declined the queen's invitation yesterday and disappeared into the city like some common vagrant.

But they sat there, real and solid, and nothing collapsed when I said them. I even believed them. A little. Mariah slid onto the bench and crossed her legs, still watching me. “Princesses have it made, you know.” I snorted, dabbing carefully under my eye in case my mascara smudged. “Yeah? How so?” “Think about it,” she said. “They have people at their beck and call. Stylist on demand. Hair and makeup squad. Someone to tailor every dress. If I had a chef to cook all my food and a trainer who worked me out every day, I’d feel and look like a princess too.”

she continues, making a very clear distinction between those two points, “Not to be shady, because I do like Ana, but there is not even a point of comparison between them. The twins are gorgeous and she's just there." I mean, yeah, those girls are beyond beautiful. Like a panting that moves. I've seen them before, in different events and maybe at a party or two, but mostly in ads all over the country. And on my phone. Their perfectly symmetrical—and identical—faces are stunning. Eye catching. I've never met them personally, but I know they’re basically modern day royalty. Rich as fuck and famous for being famous. So... I guess that means my boss is also modern day royalty? Technically, right

Monica orders, her attention focused on the work. I dutifully comply, standing in my simple slip I hand her the gown. “It will be easier in the coming days.” Monica sighs. “Once you are the Princess, your ladies in waiting will perform these tasks.” I had never really considered undressing myself to be a task worthy of needing help. “How are the ladies selected?” “Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess has already selected the girls. They come from good families of the realm.”

However, that woman seemed very familiar to her. She wore a fancy dress with lots of jewelry which made her look like a real queen. Siana was mesmerized by her and couldn’t look away. But then she focused on what they all were saying and it didn’t seem to make any sense to her. Who was the princess and why did she need protection? “Your majesty…are you sure about this?” One woman said as she looked at the queen with a worried expression. So, she was indeed a queen! Siana started to admire her even more but at the same time, she felt this attraction and attachment toward her.

I looked at her blankly. "And what makes you think that I'm Royal??" I ask, raising one eyebrow at her. She gently chuckles then reply. "Well, it's been broadcast all over New York. Princess Eleanor Callista Castellanos and Princess Hestia Katana Astaril are here in New York. Plus you arriving here heavily guarded threw away your cover." The woman said, then winked at me. I took a deep breath and drink another shot of whisky. "Problem your Highness??"