The Beloved Princess Novels & Stories

The princess suddenly smiled, "You love me, but love your homeland more. Just like I love you, but love my royal honor more." She raised her head, gazed at the sky, and let out a light sigh, "That's acceptable too, without me, you can go further, just consider it my final gift to you, but, Benjamin, I curse you, forever less than the love in my heart." The princess gazed at Benjamin under the tower with a determined expression and leaped forward. "No!" Benjamin bellowed furiously and flew to catch her just in time. The princess opened her arms with a look of contentment and a satisfied grin on her face.

She really wasn't used to being loved. And then she turned over her shoulder quickly, looking at Lauren, who unlike everyone around her had a completely melted expression, she was the woman he loved, he was in love, there was no hiding that from anyone in that hallway. Her right palm moved in the air, reaching out for Karila, yielding for her to come to him. The princess still didn't process all the information coherently, was it so hard to feel so loved? Did they really like her? That much?

Vincent blinked innocently. The captain took a moment to grasp Larissa's words. He turned, took out his longsword at his waist, and pointed it at Ray. "You dare to disrespect the countess? Are you crazy?" Agnes stared, wide-eyed, as her clenched fists trembled slightly. She asked in disbelief, "Is she really a countess?" The captain replied coldly, "Yes, she's the only countess in the royal family. The person beside her is the Queen's daughter, Princess Rachel."

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

But, I also invited my team and their siblings with us too to show our support for the Academy's Princess - The raven-haired ice Princess that held the official title of 'Belle' at the Academy. Despite the icy, flat tone she shows outwardly, those of us who have taken the time to get to know her know that she's not at all very icy. Unlike the jerk of a best friend that we've all titled the 'Ice Prince'. Unlike Arte, he's genuinely a hardass who just wants to see the world burn.

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

The Princess was fifteen years old now and currently knee-deep in the snow-covered grounds somewhere within her garden, steadfastly burying the mangled remains of a would-be assassin that her dearest stepmother had sent to poison her dinner just a few minutes ago (the old cow thinks that she had lowered her guard in her Father’s presence: she never did, not anymore) with unusual ease and smoothness that indicated just how normal and relatively frequent such a task is for a strange princess such as her. And it does, it has come to… Over the years, that is. Her soft voice floated all around her in a way that is both soothing and haunting as she continued to sing quietly to herself: “The stars,

The tapestry of destiny, intricately woven, held the promise of both peril and passion as Princess Callista and Maximus navigated the delicate dance between love and loyalty. One sunlit afternoon, the courtyard of the Athenian palace was alive with a vibrant display of blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves. Princess Callista, adorned in a flowing gown that mirrored the hues of the surrounding flora, wandered into the training grounds with an air of quiet determination.

“Well, she does not have a choice. She needs to obey me.‘, Valerie says as she walks with long strides down the hallway to greet the King’s arriving from all the directions. “Queen Valerie”, a voice croaks amidst the greetings of people. “What magic did you put on the scroll that almost every King is unable to resist the charm to marry the Princess of the East.” Valerie looks at the figure, pulling her lips in a soft smile. Love and affection are etched on its edges as small white pearls peek through her pink plump lips. “Just a few twists of words. I know my daughter will never agree to marry anyone if she is not forced to, and for the love of God, I would never want her to spend her life w

"Yes, whatever the princess likes, she sees it again and again. She does not get tired and she is such that instead of getting tired of her liking and love, she gets more intense with time.” While saying this, Neemar saw him who was listening calmly leaning against the tree in front of them. Bragg was looking at the same. Just as she was crazy about the lake, like she liked the full moon, she was happy to see him. Again and again she used to look, try to touch and the same madness that she felt for the first time for the lake. Perhaps more than that, Princess Eva liked that boy from another world. Brag and Neemar understood that their princess liked that prince from another world, but he was