Queen Aztec Princess Drawing Novels & Stories

Her Mediterranean facial features would always deserve a second or third look from people who would see her. She was blessed with exquisite almond-shaped dark brown eyes and long thick lashes. She had a prominent nose, tight rosy cheeks, and her skin was as fair as fresh milk. Even their neighbors would say that she was the younger version of Amparo Muñoz, the Spanish beauty queen who won the Miss Universe pageant when it was held in Manila in 1974. “This is so flavorful. Oh, mama, do you remember the first time we were together buying this noodle dish from that lady in that eatery. She said I looked like a beauty queen. What was her name?” Clarissa was trying to recall that memory.

In due time, dusk approached. She prepared me for the mate fiesta and I took a quick survey of my reflection in the mirror. A green satin dress that hung around my curves with a bit of cleavage showing, my hair adorned in a green and white hair clip, and a little amount of makeup made me look like an empress. “Wow! You look like the princess from the Azria Kingdom." Tania gaped at me. “Why can't I look like the queen?" I asked her. She waved her hand, countering my statement. “Oh no, the queen looks like a witch. She has this malevolent kind of face and a mole on her cheek."

Only one remained. Princess Elara Roselyn Aetherwyn. Her portrait rested on top. I stared at it. The painting was beautiful yet somehow it failed her entirely. No artist could capture those vivid violet eyes or the fire hidden behind them. No brushstroke could recreate the way her crimson hair glowed beneath moonlight. She was far more breathtaking in person. My gaze drifted lower to the details. Height. Weight. Eye color. Hair color. Measurements. Body proportions. Birthmarks. Moles.

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

It is the princess from Kingdom Azrael. I rolled my eyes after that and continued flying through the highest parts of the palace. The rays of the sun was getting painful the longer I stayed flying outside. I only stopped venturing around when I saw a lady with a dark brown hair turning her back on me. She was arranging flowers on a lineage of pots. I squinted my eyes when a green energy was released from her hands, subtly blooming the blowers with its colorful petals and green leaves. I smiled. I knew it. She really is the witch queen! She is still alive!

"I want to see this marking of yours?" The princess was more than ready to show off her marking. She got up from the couch and went to the bed, then whipped off her shirt. Her bare chest was no longer smooth but had a similar tattoo-like marking as Sophie. The princess covered her chest down to her abdomen. It was larger than Soph's. Alex and I went closer to get a full grasp of the design. "Is it moving?" Alex touched it. It was. The design rotated in sluggish movements. If we were not looking at it directly, we would not have caught it.

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

Alminah stood there like a statue, seemingly struck with a lightning as her eyes continued to become redder and redder until dark luminous replaced her irises-so sinfully black that one would be frightened to look upon the depth of her orbs. The painting suddenly shook as the tribe princess continued to stare at it. This caught her company’s attentions who were a distance away from her now. Prince Jion's head averted to the direction that he believed the tribe princess was just standing not far from them. When it was empty, he readily searched for her with his eyes and found her standing rigidly into one spot. Princess Sue screamed in fright when some of the antiques and paintings fell dow

I curtesy playfully “The room looks better.” They let out a chuckle. Athena plops herself on my bed "I absolutely love your room, so cute and small..." “Nah. You just love the owner of the room.” I say, sticking my tongue to her. She closes her eyes, relishing the moment. Obviously, Athena is my one weird princess. Prince Ares stands staring at the wall “What are these drawings Hermione?” He asks. I make to my feet, standing beside him. The drawing looks strange. “I really don't know Prince Ares, I haven't seen this, and it looks so new. I didn't make this...” I say

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”