Russian Princess Novels & Stories

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

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."

He may not mind Rosalia dissing him, but he's too afraid to encounter the third Prince there. "Farewell, your highness!" Rosalia waved goodbye as she see them go. But after they were gone, Rosalia's smiling face turned into a furious expression. "That was the woman he married!? She doesn't even look that beautiful as they say. She's just an ugly little bitch who was lucky to be born in a duke's family!" The lady was really upset to see the person who stole the Prince from her. She have always dreamed of being the only woman that Prince Russel will marry, but the Princess have ruined everything for her.

He would be a fool to offend someone as close to that savage King Vasil when they were so close to negotiating a favorable treaty. “You are quite right, Lord Orlov,” replied King Romanov. “May I introduce my own Prime Minister, Lord Grigori Volkov,” a bow came from Volkov, “and my only daughter, Princess Ursa Romanova.” Ursa was surprised to hear her name being called, much less introduced to King Vasil, but still elegantly curtsied.

“What? You’re just upset now?“ asked Rosetta. Princess Sonya lifts her head. The wistful’s beady eyes were now filled with tears. She bit her lip, and her hand squeezed the nightgown. Her expression now seemed to hold back tears. “Why did you do that to me? I told you not to do it on purpose,“ She said in a nasal voice. “What?” Rosetta scab and sulk. “I know you’re the future Duchess Riverdale. A blossoming flower in the noble social circle, and has a big castle at the foot of the rich mountains of the north.“ Princess Sonya continues, ”But I’m disappointed that you’re acting this way, Lady.” Rosetta’s wide-eyed. No one has ever spoken to her like this before. She was insulted. As Marquess’s

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

“Excuse me?” “That's right. I know about you and Varce and woah, turns out you're nothing but a desperate whore for a man that can never belong to you. Yes, you're that Russian princess, the heir to the Romana empire. I wonder what you're doing here, playing dress up and having fun.” I grew still, unbelieving the words that just came out of her mouth. “What did you just say?” I went cold like someone drenched me with cold water. “That's right, I know you've got a pussy and cute tits too.”

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

But it turned out to be pointless anyway. "Ah, the Dhampir Princess from St. Vladimir's Valley." The Queen moved her intricate dark gray braid over her shoulder as an arrogant smile formed on her face. "It's a shame your royal sister could not join you. I would have been more than pleased to make her acquaintance."

When the girl heard him mentioned the princess's name, her eyes shone again. "Is it true that she has returned?" "Who?" "Czarevna Vasilisa, the Wise," she said. "Her mother's been searching for her everywhere in the World Beyond." Ruslan was surprised to hear that. The princess hardly talked about her mother with them, but of course, she must have had one. "Yes, my cousin and I were traveling with her before I was spirited off and ended up here," Ruslan said with a shrug. "Who is her mother anyway? Is she with the Czar, too?"