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Covered with dazzling glittering gold silk cloth and a small tiara with a carved diamond wolf face in the middle of the crown rims on her cute round head, the only princess from the packs of rare white wolves was born. King Silas had never been happier watching her bluish purple-eyed daughter while she was being cuddled by her ever-attractive candy corn hair mother, Queen Ayana. "She looks exactly like you!" King Silas dotingly whispered as he caressed her little snow-white cheek.

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

I decided it would be mutually beneficial to have a well-behaved fiancée, and so I accepted. I still remember that day. Sera was in a scarlet dress, sitting across from me like a rose with thorns. And the day she moved into my house, she turned it upside down. She splattered every room with vibrant paint, turning my house into a wild canvas of colors. Then, while I wasn't looking, she smeared lipstick on my shirt collar, setting me up to look like a fool at the board meeting. While I slept, she painted my nails a bold, cherry red.

BLADE RAGE INTRODUCTORY ARC 17. The Prince & The Elites III: Red & Blue She had wild hair with a crimson reaching all the way down to her waist, bright face, red lips white shirt and black trousers, and on her face a no - nonsense - look. "Bullshit!" She rolled her eyes, "If this mutton ass doesn't stop looking at me now I swear I'll kill him." Sebastian stood there in utter silence as if in a trance, even all the princesses he had met could not compare to her beauty. He wasn't even listening to what she had to say.

She rolled all over the floor, tears pouring from her crocodile eyes as she clutched her broken arm with the other hand. I picked myself up and went to get Christian from his crib before going to get security. As soon as I opened the door two men were rushing to my bedroom. "Your Highness, we heard screaming." "Princess Naomi tried to attack me." "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" "I'm fine. She's inside the bedroom." They rushed in and their eyes popped with surprise when they saw the state I'd left her in. Regardless of her pain, they handled her out of the room and out of the palace.

Beside them, the ever-stately Andrea, Bina, Rafaela, and Johnathan—the Ministers who had each played pivotal role in shaping Aeternum’s greatness. And at the center of them all, holding her father’s hand and beaming like a radiant spring flower, was Princess Yggdrasil Sai—the young and beloved Crown Princess of Aeternum. Dressed in a soft teal gown adorned with floral patterns and star-threaded embroidery, the little princess waved at the crowd with innocent delight. The cameras lingered on her for a moment, and the cheers grew louder, warmer. “She’s grown so fast,” Queen Angela of the Dukedom of Angela whispered fondly in the guest section, nodding to her daughter beside her.

There were gorgeous exotic plants everywhere & the air was lighter here. The sun was bright & shiny through the glass ceiling, allowing me to finally get a good look at Princess Crysanthi. She had long pointed ears, and the very tips of them had sparkling pink & blue designs on them. She was quite beautiful, with long black hair that shimmered dark blue under the sun, high prominent cheek bones & a small but pointed nose, with full pink lips. Her cheek bones shimmered as if she wore a shimmer bronzer, but I knew it was just her skin tone. Ofcourse the fae Timekeepers could portal, being here in her presence, I knew she was pure magic.

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”