Novel & Cerita Princesses Rosalina

Everyone else then shifts, the sound of their bones shifting fills the air. "Let's go" I commanded them, everyone growled in unison. Arlo standing up and taking off running. Everyone is following us. **** Rosaline's POV: Everything is bright. Am I dead? I look around, I'm sitting on the ground. "My dear child, no, you're not dead. I brought you here into my realm." says an unknown voice. "What? Who are you? Realm?" I say looking around seeing a shadow coming out of the light. A beautiful woman with silverish hair like mine with a crown with Crescent Moons on it, appears in front of me.

His Royal court attire had been replaced by golden robes. They had stains on them and he was without his shoes. Music played in the background and she felt as if she were living in a bad dream. Her mother would be so upset if she had seen this.The King was so out of it that a man she assumed was the new Royal Chancellor announced their presence. “Her Royal Highness Princess Flossina Aeralia. General Torunn.” The crowd grew quiet and close as they all looked on. The King stood up. He seemed unsteady on his feet. Flossina followed protocol and kneeled in front of him, as did everyone else in the room.

Neva remarks, glancing sideways at me. “I know… I thought now that Princesa Kataleya was here…” Bianca sighs. “She’s a Rossi. He will never take a Rossi as a mate,” Pascal adds, emptying the washed peas into a colander to drain. They don’t care that I’m here, but I simply stay quiet, doing the job that Sofia had left for me. “What will happen to you now that his betrothed is here?” Juana asks me as she rinses the potatoes.

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

Alexia said confiding in Rosaline. “I believe you should squash those thoughts. I feel that girl is something but can’t still put my fingers on it,” Rosaline said, her eyes lighting up as she remembered Anastasia’s fight with Princess the other day. “What do you mean?” Alexa asked curious now as she turned to look at Rosaline. “Well, the day she had a duel with Princess we could all see she was getting beaten up but……., that necklace, I believe there is something there,” Rosaline said her face giving off an expression of someone in deep thought.

It was Rosie Hall who answered the questions, loudly suggesting, "Beats me! She probably slept with one of the investors! If not, all!" Rosie bitterly rolled her eyes before taking a sip of her drink. Sadly for her, Rosie was instead given the role of Princess Nia, the second villain in the story. She wasn't even the main villain, merely a sultry princess wanting to gain the affection of Prince Lark! "We could practically hear you from here! If you memorize your lines heartily, then you'd get a praise!" Denise raised her voice, glaring at Rosie's group. She turned to Gabrielle and asked, "Aren't we going to do something about her?"

"What can I help you with?" The woman hesitated for a moment, her eyes turning to Seraphine before turning back towards me. "I know that you have only just come back, but your people need you, Your Highness." "Please, you don't need to call me that," I quickly replied. "It's just Rosalie." Cerina looked towards Seraphine, who smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "Rosalie, you are the returned princess. The new queen of the north."

How could she, why didn’t she warn me about all this? ‘I know that I am not Rose, my name is Lina, and I am here for you. Rose has done her duty and has been called back home. Please, give me a chance dear princess.’ A voice I did not know responded to me and I could not help but let a tear fall. A princess, who is what she called me. a fucking princess who has lived the worst live ever. A princess who does not even know the faces of the people who gave life to her.

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.