Princesses Rosalina Novels & Stories

"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 does not need to work so hard with me there for her. “I… I know, thank you.” She stutters out, her voice growing quiet. “So what did you get at Rona today?” I find myself asking, excited to see the changes this little girl was making in my home, even if it was only the green house. “Oh, some garden beds, shelves, and bags of dirt. I found the dolly you had in the garage and used it to unload everything from the truck, but I still need help building everything.” Jessica explains excitedly.

"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. …

Garry turned his head to ask the young princess behind him, yet the pair of jet-black deep-set eyes never left Judas. "I'm okay. Please put down the sword. Don't fight," Rosalina said, placing her small hand on Garry's big one as if trying to calm Aldous's general down so that the latter would sheath the dangerous weapon back. "If I remember correctly, which I am, Princess Rosalina was born in poor health, so she was into reading and literature study more than sword fighting. She is fond of peace and not violence. I suggest you listen to her and sheath that sword of yours, General Garry," said Judas.

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.

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.

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.

Isabelle lowered her head immediately and answered: "The princess is in the inner room, Madame Hapitha, and she asked me to wait here for her" The Madame glared hard at her for some seconds without saying a word. Isabelle felt another presence at the door and lifting her to have a look, she found Princess Roseline - the King's said finacee. Her gaze was cold on her as she stared silently at her and Isabelle could see the hatred in her eyes. The inner door opened immediately and princess Rayna came out. "Mum!" She called, a little surprised. She scurried to them immediately. "You're here. Is there a problem?"