Steampunk Princesses 소설 & 이야기

The lady smiled softly as she shook her head lightly. “You know, my people found you lying unconscious in the forest, running down with fever and covered in injuries.” She traced the hem of her skirt but dropped it and looked Verona in the eye. “I like to side with the winners and you seem too weak to be one so I politely reject your offer. I’d rather work for the princess as she seems much more stronger than you.” Verona glared at her in anger as she heard all that. She couldn’t believe this lady was talking to her this way. She was supposed to defeat the royals and here she was talking about working for their stupid and useless princess.

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the pristine floor of Prince Gareth's room. Stephanie, her hands moving deftly over the dresser, carefully dusted each delicate porcelain figurine, her mind wandering back to the day she first arrived at the palace. She had been a mere girl then, wide-eyed and naive, her heart aflutter with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The towering walls of the palace had seemed like an impenetrable fortress, and the grandeur of the royal family had intimidated her. But amidst the opulence and splendor, it was the first Prince who had captured her attention.

They were the same everywhere he went, all confidently inviting him to soak in their warmth, but the prince was not interested in this. But as he walked, his eyes coincidentally fell on the sight of an unfamiliar girl who was soaking in one of the steam baths. Her eyes where closed and her head was tilted back as she enjoyed the warmth of the water. From his view point, he could clearly see her voluptuous breasts and the darkened buds of her nipples which glistened with the water she was soaking in. His breath caught in his throat as he took in her beauty, from first glance alone, he knew she was definitely the most exquisite woman he had ever laid eyes upon.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

the princess whispered. The air felt hotter instantly. Her hands trembled as she lifted the thin fabric over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her bare feet. The heat of the bath wrapped around her body even before she stepped in. The princess’s gaze never left her. “Good girl,” the princess murmured. She stepped into the water slowly, the warmth swallowing her inch by inch. When she reached the princess, she froze. Their faces were close now, the steam curling around them like a secret curtain.

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

Seraphina POV I was the daughter of the Grant family. My father controlled half the city's underworld. Gunfire and bloodshed were the currency of his business, the leverage he held over everyone. And I was meant to enjoy the wealth and privilege that came with it, to never know a day's worry. Until my twelfth birthday, everything changed. My parents brought home a girl who looked disturbingly like me, claiming she was my long-lost twin sister, Karen. She hadn't had an easy life, wandering outside our world.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.

Lust filled their eyes and attacked the Princesses. It was a horrible sight. The royal guards fought the bandits, but they had weapons---guns. They stripped the Princesses and devoured their bodies as they cried for help. Everything fell in chaos. Princess Alentis showed up, terrified and trembling when she sighted how the bandits disgrace her mother. She was being raped by three men, and not far from her was Princess Kirsten, pale and dead, and the Queens of Italy and Greece. They amputated their bodies, and she saw how her grandfather was slayed trying to protect her.