The Beloved Princess Novels & Stories

But sometimes, I do think that things are better this way. “Hand me my cloak,” I said, reaching out my hand. “Princess,” Weston whined. “Go without your cloak so they can see your immaculate beauty! You should show them that you’re the most beautiful princess in this castle.” I shook my head. “No,” I stubbornly said. “I’ll go without it. You know I never go out of this place without my cloak.” He sighed once again. “Understood, princess.” *** The Blind Princess of Belmont—everybody has heard rumors about this mysterious woman, but nobody outside of the castle has ever seen her existence.

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

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

Said the princess, pointing a knife at the King. "That will not save you. I am faster and stronger than those you killed." "You mean you are a.." The King interrupted "Vampire. Yes you are correct." He said. Tears filled princess Ashah's eyes. Her hands began to tremble, her palms became sweaty. She tried to strike the King, but he ran at an incredible speed and stood behind her,then held the sword with her. "You said you loved me." Said the princess. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.