The Beloved Princess Novels & Stories

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

He thought he had better get back to Benny and Tilly to see what they had made out of the information. Upon entering the room Benny look up and started filling Jay in “Well we don’t know the name of the princess, but we are sure she was transported to a different planet where she would be safe. We think that planet is S610 just by the references to it being remote and kept in balance. We know the princess is incredibly smart and capable, she also has a birth mark on her left forearm. Is there anything we missed?” “No, that’s what I thought too. Do we have any access to any files of personnel on Planet S610? We need to know who this person SM Dora is.”

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.”

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,

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.