Steampunk Princesses Novels & Stories

If William rejected my proposal, my fate would be sealed, there was no other sure way of escaping the clutches of the Emperor and Theodore. The next morning, my nanny was just finishing tidying my hair when a knock on the door put us on alert. It was unusual for them to have such respect for me, but it seemed that my recent punishments had had the desired effect. My nanny went to open the door, and a maid, followed by two soldiers, appeared. "I greet Your Highness, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Princess Camellia Arventia," they said at the same time. I got up from my chair and signaled for them to stand.

"Not the Princess everyone expects you to be. The obedient daughter, the forgiving fiancée and the woman who smiles even when her heart is bleeding." Her crimson eyes glistened. "I want you to become the Princess I was never brave enough to become." Elly couldn't speak. "A Princess who fights for herself." Levara's voice cracked as she swallowed painfully. "A Princess who doesn't forgive people simply because she loves them, a Princess who doesn't sacrifice herself just to keep everyone else happy." Elly stared at her in disbelief as her voice trembled. "So that means...I wasn't dreaming?" Levara said nothing. Elly's breathing became uneven as she looked around the darkness.

My high heels are purple and covered in purple gems. After I'm dressed I follow the Empress the Imperial princesses and my mother out of room the followed by my four ladies in waiting, Lady Marina Filimena a descendant of Aphrodite, Lady Venus Hermia a descendant of Hermes, Lady Akino Solana a descendant of Apollo and Lady Caroline Solana Akino's twin sister they are also doubling as my bridesmaids while the two Imperial Princesses are my flower girls

Her pale skin looked translucent in the bright lights of the court. She held out a hand to the two Princesses as she reached them. Unsure what to do, Aelanor made a slight curtsy and planted a swift kiss on her hand. She could not help but notice that while the whole of Isles seems to be like the approaching winter, Queen Elektra's hand was of the temperature of Death. Elektra smiled at Aelanor, at apparent pleasure of her knowing the ways of the world. "Princess Aelanor, Princess Saayan, what an honour! It has been centuries since creatures from the other realms have visited us in these parts. Welcome," Elektra said.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

That wasn't to say Queen Nox had fully made up her mind on the matter, but there was only so long that her daughters could engage with callers from vetted eligible bachelors before negotiations had to proceed ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Meanwhile, Seraphina was dressed delightfully in a soft, shimmery dress of black beads that shimmered in the sunlight. Wearing her signature breastplate, with sharper features than her younger sisters, as all Raven women wore daily. The rays enveloped the princess as she sat at the tall window of the library. A red leather-bound book with a gold inscription stamped into the cover was clasped tightly in her hands. The light danced off of the beads in a splendid fashion, casting

Growing tall, she's long in the leg and arm, heading for gangly. Chintzy pink curtains drape around a window frame stacked with soft toys. Little plastic ponies in rainbow colours sit next to stacks of books and magazines with bright cartoon animals. Rabbits and teddy bears watch, beady-eyed, the girl where she lies, her copper hair clashing violently with the pink of the comforter. There's a tap at the door and almost immediately, it opens and Stephen steps in. "Hi there, Princess. I brought you some cocoa." She smiles, sitting up. "Thanks, Stevie."

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.