The Duke And The Fox Princess Novels & Stories

A fiancée? “She is a princess from the fox kingdom. Her marriage to the alpha king is meant to bring peace between the two kingdoms.” My jaw dropped and my heart hammered against my chest. The words ‘Fox kingdom’ repeating themselves in my head. Rita looked down from the window, and I heard her say. “That is her. "Elegant and charming.” I turned my head and quickly sprang up to my feet, rushing to the window, and there she was, dressed in a red silk velvet garment with a white fur shawl wrapped around her neck. Her hair was pinned up in a neat bun.

Craig's father protested as he wiggled his body to shove the Knight's hands around his body. "Tsk! You all are hopeless." Duke Martin clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Anyway, to continue... The Prince of the Raphbarg Kingdom is suffering from his Alpha pheromones due to being mateless. So, I want you to participate in his mate selection," The Duke approached the Lady as her family wailed. "But, I am not--" Genesis mumbled under breath in a panic. 'Stomp!' The Duke stood in front of her, and he leaned to her ear, "I'll set them free if you agree."

The delicate gold crown was woven into a filigree band encrusted with diamonds. As he held the crown up to the ceiling above him, Daniel said the spell in the old language then placed it on Gretchen's bowed head. Holding it out to her, Gretchen took Daniel's hand and rose to her feet then faced the guests. As she blew out through her mouth, she looked to Teddy as a smile curled up on the side of his mouth and he winked at her. Daniel said, "I present to you Her Royal Highness, Princess Gretchen, Shield Maiden of the Darke and Defender of the Faith."

But of course, no one can deny that we are happy with the outcome of it. A lot of things happened in that short time. Calix had his succession ceremony so meaning, he already became the duke of Finiell duchy that's why currently, a lot of noble ladies who are eyeing the position of duchess are currently having a little feud but despite that, Calix just announced that he won't marry them. So obviously, it ended with them being ashamed of it. Now that he is finally the duke and has a lot of work, we don't see each other that often anymore and I am happy about it.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly. "Spoons?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous. "Iron spoons? My King, surely this man's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, wouldn't risk her reputation, our family's honor, for a couple of common eating utensils!"

“Alright, Princess, lesson time.” “Lesson?” I echoed. “Yes,” she said with a grin. “We are teaching you how to speak English.” I frowned. “But I already speak English.” She waved her hand. “You speak fancy English. Royal English. Drama English. We need you speaking like a normal person. Not like a walking Shakespeare play.” “I do not know what a Shakespeare is,” I said slowly. “Is it a creature?” “No,” she laughed. “He was a writer.” “Was he royal?” I asked.

< > Princess Fiona was seated at the dressing table, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She could see the maid, whom had often accompanied her everywhere as she stood at the door, through the mirror. There was a knock on the door. "Do come in!" Fiona said in high spirits. She had a warm smile. She knew that the Duke would be eager to see her and happily waited for him. "Your Highness!" The butler said with a bow.

"If you don't dare overstep, then shut your mouth." I cut off her false innocence without mercy. "Your Majesty." I turned toward the Fox King seated high upon the throne and gave him a shallow bow. "I, Sienna Spruance, wish to form a bond with His Highness Julian Frost. I ask the Fox King to grant it." The moment I said that, the entire hall fell silent. The Fox King froze, clearly not expecting me to decide so quickly. Sylvia panicked first. She grabbed my sleeve. "Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?"

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.