Princesses Rosalina Novels & Stories

Arthur spoke; “My princess, allegations have been made against you. The witch queen, Estella who was just moved back to the dungeons, claims that you are both related and even goes as far as to say that you are her niece. Do you have anything to say about this? Rosalind seemed as surprised as us to hear these things. She was red in the face, I didn't know if it was because she didn't like to speak to crowds or because of what she had just heard. “It's not true. I have never seen her before until after the princess trials.” Rosalind said in a surprisingly calm voice. Arthur might have tried to hide it, but his face betrayed him. The princess trials that he wanted his daughter, Adelyn to win w

"I am Rosalia Adelle, Princess. I am here as a special guest of his highness, the third Prince." He immediately realized that this woman must he the third Prince's mistress. "I see." He wanted to go back inside as soon as he can. Seeing the mistress here must mean that the Prince might be somewhere near. Louie doesn't want to see him at all. Though it seem like the lady doesn't plan to let her go just yet. "Hmm, judging by your appearance, you still seem to be a young girl Princess. I guess the rumors are true..." "W-What rumors?"

Her enchanting eyes, pointed nose, fuller pink lips and endearing smile was enough to make anyone bewitched. Everyone became stunned and a pin-drop silence prevailed inside the hall as the gorgeous Princess padded down the marble staircase delicately. "Wow!!" Noah couldn't stop himself from appreciating the hazel-eyed beauty. Xavier immediately got pulled from his trance and shot a murderous look to Noah who was watching Rosaline with his jaw hanging to the ground. Antonio smirked and quickly made his way towards her. Rosaline finally reached the living room, her eyes searching for Emily impatiently when all of a sudden, they met with Xavier who was staring her from afar with an intense gaze

When the Queen finally entered the sitting room, she was surprised to see her ladies weaving flowers in each other’s hair. She also found her niece smiling and happily helping the ladies with their flower designs. She smiled knowing that she would be just fine and would not allow a threat to dampen her spirits. She walked into the sitting room. The ladies noticed her, stopped what they were doing and bowed. Several flowers fell onto the floor. “Please, continue what you were doing. What is all this?” she asked looking around at the ladies. “Lady Rosalina thought that we could all use a little cheer.” Lady Lucilla answered picking up the fallen flowers. “Oh, she did?” Rosette questioned looki

I admire how the lies are flowing from the Queen's mouth. "Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce to you, Princess Rosalie from the Kingdom of Thalia. Escorted by Prince Renevier Rutledge along with the other king candidates." I heard the queen say something to my side. But I wasn't really paying any attention to her, because when the prince marched forward to the stairs, paused at the step.

"But she would have been proud of you today. Fighting for your kingdom. Leading those men." "And the betrothal?" Adrienne's voice came out small, vulnerable in a way she hated. "Would she be proud of that too?" Rosaline was quiet for a long moment. "She would understand that sometimes, being a princess means making impossible choices. But she would also tell you that you're stronger than you think. And that no man…prince or otherwise….could ever truly cage you unless you let him." Adrienne closed her eyes, letting the words wash over her.

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

The Southlands priest once prophesied that the Duke of Winslet's house would produce a Saintess who could command every beast alive. I'd hidden the golden serpent mark on my wrist since childhood, but my cousin, Rose Winslet, flaunted a poisonous snake coiled around hers every day. When the marriage decree came, she got exactly what she wanted: the Crown Prince. I was given to the Seventh Prince instead, a man with two ruined legs whom the entire court despised. For six years after that, I trained hawks to carry messages and drove wolves through enemy lines, and it was my hands that put him on the throne. The day he was crowned, I told him, overjoyed, that I was the true beast-commandin

or “He looked at me wrong, so I snapped his neck.” Not this girl. Not Maggie Thorn. She talked about structure. About change. About vision. And she wasn’t even the most shocking part. That came when Elena Hart—the Moonstone princess herself—stood up for her. I remembered Elena from the Alpha Ball. Of course I did. Everyone did. She was elegant and bright in that gorgeous dress, shoulders squared and eyes fierce even as she pretended she didn’t know every unmated male in the room was staring. I’d made a point of saying hello that night. She was the kind of person you made time for.