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She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

she said and slowly nodded her head. Her smile fell, and Romaine lifted her chin, striding quickly past him. Her dress flowed out around her and hugged everything from her hips up in a way that drove his hands to twitch for a completely different reason. If she had been a woman at the nightclub, he would’ve invited her back to his place once the club closed. But she was the hereditary Princess, the next in line at the throne of Deltora, and completely, utterly off-limits. ‘You must not touch her… You must not dream about her… She’s out of your league…’

"Hey Princess I know you had fun last night and I know I'll see you again soon." I just rolled my eyes. He can be pretty full of it sometimes and I understand why . He's gorgeous. He has electric blue eyes and black curly hair. Let's not forget that he dated me the richest girl at school. I wasn't really popular though. I was quiet and only really talked to people if they passed my vibe check. I'm still like that.

Approaching towards them, everyone makes way to her. Princess Nastya, the step-sister of Queen Zèlle and Archduke Zeno was also pure-blooded Davenford. She is in her late forties. Although she is beautiful, her looks and vibes are very different from her two step-siblings. She looks unapproachable with her eyebrows raised. She wears a stern face and is blunt in nature. Even though Princess Nastya is just the Queen's step-sister, she is not oppressed or outcast by any of the kin especially since she is a pure-blooded Davenford.

A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock. Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match. “No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she says. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I hate to the very core. She’s fucking British. ~~~ The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies

The Seven Elders rose to their feet as Princess Griselda passed by them. The smile on her face widened at every step she took. The seven elders smiled at one another at her beautiful image. Selda kept her eyes on Zenith who was also staring back at her. She did not want to feel disappointed because there was no emotion written on his face except his signature blank face. As she reached his front, she bowed with her hands intertwined and rose back. Zenith’s eyes traced the Lycan’s pattern on the purple dress she wore. This was the first time in years he has seen the Purple Lycan dress known for the Female Royals.

I walk into the middle of the room and stop, not sure why but having a feeling that my Mother was up to something, especially after what Zane had told me over the link. I stand with my hands clasped behind my back and wait, the doors at the other end of the room soon open and I watch Zane enter and walk down the small set of steps to the landing. With the way he is walking, I know that he has someone walking next to him and that he is purposely keeping her hidden from everyone in the room. I hear Sebastian over the speakers again “PLEASE WELCOME, PRINCE ZANE AND INTRODUCING, PRINCESS ELIZABETH SHADE-RIVER OF THE WERECAT PRIDES.”

If His Majesty will allow me, I still have my wedding dress to try on. Without another word, and without even waiting for his permission, she left his office. Elzhar was perplexed... She had... Changed too much. Far too much... She was no longer the smiling, soft-spoken Princess he had first met... In such a short space of time, she had undergone a radical change. Even her eyes had changed... He could see a certain malice in her eyes... He thought he needed a woman who would just smile and redo her make-up, but he found a woman who was outspoken and out of the ordinary...

Her body still suspicious moved in the opposite direction of the woman. "Good luck on your return, with these discoveries you'll have a reputation as a historian if that's exactly what you wanted." – The princess of Egypt knew she could no longer resist, she didn't know how to solve doubts, she wanted the honesty of those who hated her and stabbed her in the back, but she knew she wouldn't always have it. He would die without knowing the real intentions of Astrid Joséphine-Charlotte, the Princess of Belgium or, for those close to him, the disguised Lady Ursel.

As we all know siren's tears turn to pearls but since she was marked by the dragons her tears turned to crystals instead. The dragon’s blood turned into a ruby and trapped her tears inside of it. Then she committed suicide dying alongside her mate. The gods then destroyed the castle making sure to bury the family there for eternity.’ He explained. My breath hitched, a pang of pain spread through me at the story. I refill my glass and drown it again, I know that it must have hurt the siren to lose her mate, so she killed herself. The thought of a baby being killed too didn’t sit well with me, evil or not was still at that time.