Princesses Rosalina Novels & Stories

Rhae chuckled to herself. "I just came here to-" He paused, realising he couldn't disclose that he came here to check on how she was doing. That he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how gorgeous she was. "I came here to brief you on your next assignment as plans have changed. The Princess has gone missing, and we can use this to our advantage. Spies have reported the King has turned into a madman, there is little chance you can seduce him with his daughter missing as well. So your task is to find the Princess, return her to the king as a member of the Amiran guild and convince him to host a celebration ball of his daughter's return. Then at the party, you will convince him to marry you

"Yes, your Highness." As the silence prolonged, the maid approached the Princess and held up the brush. "May I, your Highness?" Helmina stared a bit longer into nothing before she nodded. "You may. And please call Rosalie to do my nails. She really is the best at it." Cautiously, the maid nodded and pulled the brush through Helmina's long hair. "Do you maybe know where the Crown Prince is, your Highness? As the star of the day, we wanted to prepare him to the best of our abilities, but nobody could find him. Do you know his whereabouts, your Highness?"

The princess was again going contrary to the law in the kingdom was not a good deal for the prince itself. On the study area, the prince settled on his seat, with a crest on his forehead. When Shuna, the princess personal maid entered, there was a glare on the majesty’s face that it flinched her in fear. Shuna bowed before straightening up and handed the prince a rolled scroll. Jion coldly looked at it then to the maid before he received it and unrolled it at once. If added crests were even possible to appear on the prince’ face, maybe it will be showed noting how he almost wanted to crush the poor scroll using his bare hands.

We entered the grand court, taking our seats in the front and center of the room, our children to our sides. "Now enters Lady Lyssandra MaComb, witch of Faerl, whose charges are as follows: Charge 1: kidnapping the Prince Aranelda Tirisil, concealing his identity, and lying to Their Highnesses causing them to believe he was dead at birth. Charge 2: inappropriate use of concealment magic, impersonating Her Royal Highness, endangering Princess Elentari Tirisil and Duke Scott MaComb, the royal protector of the princess until the date of her 18th birthday. Furthermore, Lady Lyssandra MaComb is charged with knowingly conspiring to kill both the Prince and Princess of Faerl. Lady Lyssandra MaComb,

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

"Guards! Seize this monster who impersonated the royal heir and harmed innocent young women. Execute him on the spot!" At Queen Elena's command, countless royal guards charged forward at once. Everything was finally over. A rather bewildered Rosalie—or Princess Rosalie now—was escorted back to the palace. Before she left, she didn't forget to shove the rest of her baguette into my hands and say, "Ryla, um… if I become Queen someday, can I give you the contract for all the pumpkins in the kingdom?" I nodded, not sure whether to laugh or cry. …

I didn’t know about the Donatello Principessa, but I had full intention of taking out everyone if they dared to even look at me the wrong way. Rosanna wore a pastel pink jacket, paired with a plaid white skirt that reached her knees. Her lush blonde hair was curled to perfection around her head and her bright green eyes seemed to spit fire in my direction. Good; the girl had fire. Maybe she would be a good match for Draco after all.

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.

Princess Rayna got to the hall and all eyes went towards her direction as she gracefully walked it, with her gown flowing behind her and her hair swinging beautifully behind her. Wow escaped their lips as she walked in. Princess Rayna felt so happy and proud because of the attention she was already getting. She saw princess Vida at another end of the hall with two other princesses and they were talking happily. Princess Vida waved with enthusiasm as soon as her gaze met with princess Rayna. She smiled and held her flowing gown and started towards princess Vida with a smile on her face and her shoulders high with pride. ******* "I've been trying so badly to have a child for you, but to no ava

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.