Novel & Cerita The Closet Fan Princess Novel

he can't refuse my will as long as it doesn't bring his death or mine. She walked in proudly, her wings high. Sporting the dark green dress of a noble, donated to her by one of Ingram's patients, or perhaps it was his mates. Though she hadn't seemed annoyed at her wearing the dress, perhaps not wanting to claim something so colourful was hers, so that thought was dismissed. The kitchen was empty and the coast was clear, so the Princess went back towards the door at double speed. This was risky, and none of them could get caught.. Popping her head back out the door, the princess nodded to Maven.

“Because I’d miss my chance to get to talk to you alone. In front of my father, I have to talk tactic, but I know that’s not how I’m going to win you over.” “Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes. “You said it yourself. You have the right to reject, even if your father gives his blessing. That means I have to win you over, and I plan to do so.” “Why in the hell would you want to do that? I just openly rejected you in front of both our fathers.” He laughed.. “I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.”

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

I grinned and threw back the last of my coffee. “Nothing? Not even clean underwear?” he asked, mock horror in his voice. My face flushed immediately. “Friar Yufrus has been sending a maid into my room every day,” I replied with a smirk. “Yesterday’s clothes come back freshly laundered and folded.” “Ahh, I see the princess is being well taken care of,” Tobi teased.

"These are the latest seasonal gowns, flown in from Milan. The young master said you like red, so he ordered the entire collection." "And these bags..." Sophia finally held up a hand. "Look at this room. Is there any space left?" The maids exchanged glances. One of them immediately pressed her earpiece and whispered, "Young master, Miss Sophia says the room is too small." Sophia deadpanned, "...That's not what I meant." The maid replied earnestly, "The young master's orders were to spend without limit." Sophia pressed her hand to her forehead. "Does your young master usually throw money away like this?"

“You know the people of Moonrise use any excuse to throw a festival. I am, actually, looking forward to sitting in the library alone and reading something other than dusty books about history and law, for once. The kitchen maids gave me some rather spicy recommendations for romance novels.” Jane giggles as their shadows pass my alcove. Princess Maeve walks side by side with a dainty little woman in a maid’s uniform and absolutely towers over her. Dark, thick brown hair is pulled back away from her face as the princess passes within feet of me, but she doesn’t pause, or even look over shoulder. My eyes drift down to the tight, black shorts she’s wearing. She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stom

~ ANNA~ "Hurry or we'll be late." "But the event doesn't even start in an hour." The second voice was breathless, panting. I scrambled to my feet and hurried over to the window just as the first voice said, "I can't wait to see the decorations in the palace" I was had just finished reading this interesting book, of Isabelle, our former Luna, how fierce and powerful she was, oh, how I wished I was her. "Who cares about the decorations? I can't wait to see Princess Raven's dress for the occasion. I heard real diamonds were sewn into her" the girl said, bringing me back to reality as she screamed and pointed at me.

Quietly, I move around to retrieve my running shorts, my old, favorite black T-shirt and slip into my trainers then take a seat on one of the chairs in the closet room and do up the laces. “Hey, are you planning on shirking out of running with me? Are you scared to lose?” And there goes that mouth of hers again. I want to stride over to that bed and cover it with my own, place my tongue inside her mouth and taste her. Instead, I chuckle. “You have got to be kidding me. Besides you looked so peaceful, and I figured you could do with some sleep, Princess.” “I’ll sleep when I’m dead. I don’t need much sleep. A deal is a deal.” She sits up, the sheets falling away from her body exposing her prac

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess

Unlike the workers room , Royalty ceilings have no leaks or cracks - just plain white ceiling that are perfectly patched up. It's been a while since the princess has been in the bathroom so I examine the room further. Closets are lined up from one end of the room to the other end. Speaking of closets , I look over to the closet that the princess was thrown to. I walk over to it , and find that some ornaments have fallen and broke. I look around for a broom and a scoop but can not seem to find one. I go on my knees and before I can start picking it up the princess shouts.