The Beloved Princess の小説・ストーリー

I fumbled for the words. "I'm sorry, Sera... I know I failed you. I'll believe you. I promise. Please... just give me one more chance. I swear I'll love you properly this time." She settled back into her beach chair and picked up her juice. Her smile was as radiant as ever, but her eyes were cold. "Tell me," she said, her voice soft. "If this cup were to break, could you ever make it whole again?" She took a slow sip. "I'm happy now. You should go."

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

she added. Primrose gently pulled Raini’s right hand and turned it a little to see her wrist. There, she softly traced the beautiful print adorning the princess’ skin. “Sometimes, fate is not the only thing that binds your kind. Love is.” “Love is indeed beautiful, isn’t it?” Primrose beamed at the princess and caressed her hair. The witch internally hoped that what she saw doesn’t just end there; that her princess friend will find happiness despite what was about to happen to her.

he grumbles, his arms crossing defensively. I laugh at that. “What princesses have you been hearing about? Belle? She literally fucked a beast and let him hold her captive to save her father. Snow White? Ran from a murderous witch and decided shacking up with seven strangers was a great idea. Ariel? Swam out of the safety of the ocean and risked everything to be near humans. Honestly, Princesses kick more ass than Princes ever do.” “You would see it that way,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

"Can I become a real princess that lives in a big castle?" "You don't have to live in a castle to become a real princess." "What do I have to do, then?" "If you care about other people and you are bold, then you are a princess." Aurora smiled. "I love you, mummy." "I love you, too. Aurora?" "Yes, mummy." "I want you to know that I will always be with you. If not physically know that I will forever be in your heart." "Are you going somewhere, mummy?"

It was like heaven on the hill. A girl was standing on the balcony of her room smiling, looking at the front yard of the palace, which was filled with flowers. She was beautiful the way flower and sunlight were beautiful, warm and glowing and golden. She has the face of a goddess with long blonde hair that reaches down to her waist. Her name is Violet Valerina. She is the princess of the Merrill kingdom. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared and turned into fear as she watched the border guard enter the palace gates on his horse with his body covered in wounds and blood.

Her words sent a terrifying chill down my spine and I was reminded of how he mercilessly killed the rogues in the woods. “Aside from him, the third prince, Prince Xyrus, and fourth prince, Prince Toreen are not so bad, but a little mischievous. They are still teenagers after all. Everyone's favorite is Princess Ofelia. She's like a mannequin. She's graceful and kind and she's just eight.” “Don't get me started with the crown prince. Everyone adores him, and he was a prodigy. Everyone's confident that he can surpass his father.”

Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster. Even though I didn't have a prince, I had a knight. My soul belonged to the king and my heart was with the knight. ***

The Maid begins, her pace nearly a trot at this point. “The knight will take you to safety and when the time is right, we will return you home.” She places the Princess on her feet, looking into her watery eyes as she too does her best not to cry in front of the little girl she watched grow since the day the Princess was born. Reaching into her pocket, the Maid retrieves the necklace that the late Queen entrusted her with, carefully placing it around the young girl’s neck. “This is from your parents. Know that they love you with all their heart.” With these final words, the Maid lifts the girl into her arms for one last hug before passing the Princess to the Knight, tears in her eyes as she