Seven Deadly Sins Princess Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess

Whether it’s because of her involvement with the anti-Noble movement or some other reason I can’t fathom, she is trying to make us reject her since we've refused to accept her rejection. And the way she’s been going about it, all these tactics and mind games, even going so far as to contemplate finding our weaknesses and preying on them, has just been… Diabolical. She’s utterly vicious. Fuck me! A smile curls my lips, and my heart begins to pound. She intended to make us hate her, but now that I know she’s possibly as devious as us, she’s never getting rid of me. And I do not doubt that if any of the other princes finds out what she's been up to, she would have to forget about ever getting r

She opened her palm and presented Bellamy with a bracelet; a vial of blood sat in the middle of the chain. “I, Princess Alexandria, Daughter of Lucifer, Heir to the throne of the Underworld, swear by my blood that, no harm will come to Elizabeth Delvaux by my hand. I swear that I shall do all in my power to protect her whilst she is in my care. If I default on my word, by your hand, my soul will be imprisoned within this vial for as long a sentence as you deem worthy.” Heat radiated from the chain as she wrapped it around Bellamy’s wrist and clasped it shut.

He bellowed. I flinched away from him, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own breath. “My master killed her.” Sebastian sighed, turning towards his children. “That damned prince, he never takes into consideration the power he is destroying.” “Very true father, but we do have two out of the three.” Elizabeth pointed out, smiling at me in a way that made me want to kill her; kill them all.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

I greeted, taking a step forward. Elizabeth is the mother of King Desmond whom everyone referred to as Queen Liz. She’s one of those people who was known all over the kingdom for defying fate as she’s the former king – King Frowell’s chosen mate. King Frowell and Queen Liz were childhood sweethearts and fell for each other dearly. Their love story was very popular in the kingdom as they went through a lot of hardships many opposed them being together at first considering she wasn’t King Frowell’s fated mate but they still managed to be together.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

I had no patience. “I am Krysta Bronzetail, matron of the house.” She didn’t shudder once. “And who might you be? Guards!!!” She called out. “I am Princess Elentari Tirisil, future Goddess of the Night, sister in law to Eliza Bronzetail, the first daughter of House Bronzetail.” I spoke slowly and clearly. “So tell me, how are you the matron of House Bronzetail when you look as if you are only two or three years older than Eliza?”

With her allies by her side, she would continue to fight for justice, no matter the obstacles they faced. Lady Elizabeth's mind whirled with a mix of vengeance and jealousy as she absorbed the information Princess Sophia had shared with her. The revelation of Sophia's pregnancy and her intention to pass off the child as Prince Gabriel's ignited a devious plan within Lady Elizabeth's heart. She saw an opportunity to strike back at Isabella, to tarnish her reputation and claim Gabriel's attention for herself.