Queen Aztec Princess Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

As her eyes fell upon the small sketch within, a wry grin spread across her face. “She remembers,” Agnes murmured, turning the paper to reveal the drawing to me. It was a delicate sketch of a seashell, reminiscent of the ones Leo used to collect for Agnes’ dying mother. "Our Princess is still in there," she said, her voice tinged with hope.

The paintings were so old but the materials were fine and that shows off a great artist craft. Among these paintings was one that belonged to the old king of the blood moon pack, the one who ambushed my pack, killed my parents and my people and enslaved us here for over a hundred years. King Cyprus. I looked at Noah, he was focused in his work. My engraved spirit surfaced, and I took the sponge to scrub the canvas. However, as I raised the sponge to the painting, “Hey! What are you doing?” Fuck! My head snapped around and my eyes locked with the princess of Blood Moon pack, Princess Beatrice.

He replied and immediately ran away from the garden, leaving the queen who watched him with a smile. "That naughty boy..." The queen sighed happily. She asked her servant to replace her painting with a blank piece of paper, then she began to paint again. As she moved her hand, a face slowly took shape, followed by his hands and feet. After an hour had passed, all the servants could see that what the queen had painted was the third prince. "My son, did you think your mother couldn't paint you even though you weren't there? It would be a shame if I couldn't do that, then how could I be called the goddess hand," she said with a satisfied smile as she looked at the finished painting.

the queen said. Axel frowned. “She is Iris, the princess of the third most powerful kingdom, Azuria,” she added, smirking. “I am delighted to meet you, my lady.” Nathan gently bowed to the young woman. Leon followed after him. Axel just stared at her. She had long black hair up to the buttocks that framed a small round face and dark brown eyes shaped like almonds. Her dress traced perfectly her slim body. She was beautiful from head to toe, worthy of a real princess. She had everything a king needed; beauty, fortune, a kingdom and connections all over the world. She looked perfect and he hated her for this reason.

There is a name engraved on it. MR. ZEUS Heh. Who the fuck will name a stuff toy Zeus? That's stupidly cool. "Oh, you found it!" "What?" She went to us with a wide smile together with Cartier who's taking pictures of it. "That was Princess Alentis' stuff toy! Mr. Zeus, am I right?" She says before taking it from me. My heart skipped a beat. C-Clive's... stuff toy? "I'm glad you still know Mr. Zeus---"

It was a little wonky and the figures couldn't be pointed out, they look like various circles and triangles no matter what angle you look at but it has its own charm to it. Of course, it also has Alesteria and Bella's name at the bottom of the drawing, though the names also look like scribbles. Bella smiled at the drawing and tucked it away at her suitcase, deep inside so that it can never be damaged. That is the last souvenir that she has of the princess. Bella is a noble woman that has a blood of a commoner, much similar to the late empress Alana. Still, she was treated as an equal by her family and she was loved.

Morrigan started to grind ink for Rita who then started to dip the quill on the ink and write her name repeatedly on the parchment. She guided Rita's hand as she started to scribble on the paper. "Rita, what do you think of you having the whole name of Princess Rita Madrid of Hymir?" Morrigan asked Rita who then looked at her with wide eyes full of curiosity. "Beautiful," the child replied. The queen smiled and looked at her progress. She couldn't help but smile at how great her progress was ever since she started showing signs of recovery. Morrigan caresses Rita's head. "Do you like it?" Rita nodded her head and continues to practice her calligraphy. Morrigan watches her with loving eyes. N

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

I walked over to the nightstand, where her drawing notebook lay open. "What did you draw today, princess?" I murmured softly to myself, looking down at the pages. The sketch was a remarkably accurate rendering of the estate stables, surrounded by thick, structural lines that she had carefully colored in our signature sapphire-blue color. I knelt beside her mattress, my large, scarred hand resting gently on the wooden edge of her bedframe.

Then we reached the bottom of the stairs. The passage opened into a large underground hall. The walls were covered with old paintings. Some showed wolves. Others showed people wearing silver crowns. I walked closer. One painting caught my attention. A king stood beside a queen. Between them was a little girl. The queen looked familiar. Very familiar. Then my eyes moved to the child. My breath caught. She had my face. "No..." I stepped closer. In the corner of the painting were three words carved into the stone. The Last Moonborn Princess.