The Beloved Princess Novels & Stories

“ One day , when going to school ,the princess met a handsome boy . He was so gentle and caring , cool too . The princess fell head over heels for him , he did as well . “ said Antonio with a warm smile remembering the good times with Axel . “ So , the princess lived happily ever after ? “ asked Angelo with a happy expression that the story would have a good ending . “ He he he ! My dear child……..Not every story is meant to have a good ending . The second princess hated the princess . She hated her because she was prettier , smarted and more capable than her . The boy that fell in love with the princess was a powerful prince that raised the princess to the highest rank where no one could ha

"It seems that your beloved is an Elf and he's either a guard or a knight since he's going to hunt The Shadows." Prince Ron thought of his beloved dressed in all black, sitting on the throne, staring at him with those piercing violet-coloured eyes, his silver hair going down his shoulder and that shiny crown atop his head. He then thought of the scrawny guards and hefty knights and scrunched his face. "My beloved cannot be compared to the likes of those you mentioned. My beloved is perfect." "So he's neither a guard nor a knight." Prince Ron huffed. "He's an absolute King!"

This little girl came from Cynthia and me. "Okay." Riya loses all interest in me and looks at the scrapbook. "The princess looks like Mommy." "She does," I murmur. I read her a tale of the cursed princess who learned how to stand up for herself against the evil king and his evil son and fell in love with the kind prince. Riya yawns sleepily as I read to her how the princess got a message from a stork about her new baby and found out that the prince she loved was not good at all, so she ran away with the stork and her animal friends to find her baby.

His daughter or the safety of all the palace dwellers. "Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, princess Alleta's voice was heard. The flustered King Dominic was surprised and looked towards the door. Princess Alleta appeared at the door. Everyone in the room stared at the princess. No one made a sound. Prince Chapistrano was amazed by the beauty of the princess. He did not take his eyes off the princess's face. "I will ask again. Are you looking for me, prince Chapistrano Timothy, prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill?" Princess Alleta asked once again in a firm tone. Prince Chapistrano gasped and became embarrassed. He immediately averted his gaze when the princess looked at him. "What a beaut

"Please don't -" The Princess is cut off as her mighty sister begins reading the ridiculous contents of her letter to the crowd, including the part where she swears her allegiance to King Elon and promises to deliver my precious blood to him in hope that it will grant him the powers of Elowen's crown and he shall in return end Queen Rowena's reign over this kingdom and those loyal to her as well.

Its warmth quickly engulfs me in a cozy hug and I am driven back to a memory of her. In a way I feel like I’ve betrayed her. But a selfish part of me feels like I’m the one being betrayed, how she still have his heart even though she’s gone. "But the one who saved the princess was the thief. Why would the king give his kingdom to a thief?" I asked Bel as we lay side by side on my bed. She was leaning against the headrest with a storybook open in her lap while I was cuddled close to her, our legs tangled together. My small feet with her slightly bigger ones. She was fourteen then and I was soon to be twelve.

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 is all right, but don't be too hard on yourself. I know you will make a great Queen.” “Thank you, my Prince, for believing in me. I will be on my way at once,” requested the Princess, who wished to leave at once to wait for his mysterious guest and new-found lover. Now, the Prince leaned forward to give her the usual good night peck, but she was gone, and he muttered, 'Not even a good night kiss.' The movie progressed, and showed the scene where she was in her Chamber waiting anxiously for the protagonist whom she knew little about, and the movie ended with the announcement. To be continued.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."