The Imprisoned Princess Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

When the princess looked at the old woman and then at Jin Juyi, she realized what Tian Sen meant by “orders.” “Arrest Young Master Mei and Miss Jin, and take them to prison on charges of disrespecting this princess!” The princess’s words startled Jin Juyi, and she angrily threatened the princess, saying that if she dared to treat her rudely, the second prince would not let the matter drop. As for Tian Sen, she would make his life a living hell for the rest of his days.

She had no care in the world for her title, or at least that's what Delilah thought. Princess Clara placed her chained arms through the bars and leaned against them. "In the flesh," she said with a toothy grin. "Though it seems my title doesn't amount to much to my kidnappers." She sighed heavily, hanging her head low before she gave a little laugh. "The one time I really embraced my title, and it means nothing. How rich." Delilah noticed the scars around Princess Clara's wrists where the chains bit into her skin, and the collar created a bruise around her neck. Her gown was ripped around the edges and hung loosely around her body as if she was too small for it.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Their determination to protect their princess was matched only by Isabella's unwavering resolve to fulfill her destiny. As Isabella stood at the threshold of her escape, her heart filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. She vowed to return to Ardenia, to rally her people and confront the forces that threatened their peace and stability. No longer a captive, but a warrior fueled by her gifts and the unwavering support of her loyal followers, she would face the challenges ahead with courage and tenacity. The tale of Princess Isabella, imprisoned and questioned for her gift, would become a legend whispered in the halls of Ardenia. Her resilience, her ability to withstand the trials th

But finally, there is this princess in, when it is so dangerous. The palace is too big, the two ran to the sky only a hint of afterglow, only to come to the Qinglongmen door near, only to see the front has stood two columns of black armored guards, see someone barged in, the head of the two immediately stopped: "His Highness beheading a prisoner, idle people shall not come near!" "Asshole!" Princess Zhaoyue, in a moment of desperation, didn't care about her image and cursed, "Blind your dog's eyes! Look at who I am! Am I an idler!"

“Mmm. Not sure T. But what I do know is that Isabella is ours. 100% ours. And even though the sadist inside of me loves seeing this type of punishment with her, she also needs to learn her place and fast. Even if it means breaking her to the point of no return and then building her back up, we will. She needs to know that as her husband’s only we can give her what she needs, including the world, she just needs to submit to us. For now let us rest.” Humming in agreement, we all move to settle down for the night, each of us touching our beloved Principessa (Princess). My eyes now looking towards her face. Her cheek puffy as it laid against the pillow. Cute. Yet, while our punishment was extrem

---Deniel, be more polite-- says my princess, scolding me with her eyes, I shut up immediately, even though I'm still on the back foot, I don't want to argue and cause you any more problems. --- Supreme with all due respect but I know how to do my job, don't think that this diploma I have was bought, on the contrary, it was earned very hard and above all fairly-- says the doctor, somewhat offended by the my comment. --- I didn't mean to be rude-- I say a little annoyed-- but let's get to what really matters, what does my female have?-- I ask straightening up and staying really serious about the matter. His gaze returns to my somewhat restless princess and it doesn't go unnoticed by my eyes.

A daughter who only wishes a little attention from a father but never granted even once. And so when she turned 6, she was placed in a better palace and was taught by top teachers on the continent. And thinking that her father finally loved and acknowledged her, she hurriedly went to hug the emperor. But in contrast to what she expected, the emperor was furious by what she did so she was sent to prison and stayed there for 3 months. At that moment, the girl who only wants a single attention and love changed into a devious princess. I lie down once again and think about how hard is it to stay in a prison for a six years old girl not to mention, it was the father who sent the her to that place

He opened the door instantly as I got near to the door and shouted to me, "Can't you walk a little faster ??.. Come with me.. Today you are going to be released from prison.." I mumbled sorry and tried to follow jailor faster but no matter how much I tried I couldn't walk faster.. Before coming into prison, I have shown my rich arrogance to many people's; but after coming into prison, many prisoner proved their power by hitting me.. As a result of their abuse, I can't walk without little limp and can't carry anything in my left hand without trembling.. My thoughts discontinued by jail officer voice, "Sign here " I signed where he ordered me to sign and he handed me a new floral dress and som

There were many people of varying ages, who came that night; some in families, others were couples, and some were on their own to witness this display. Watching with burning eyes, a lady hiding in a black cloak had crippled the hem of her sleeve. She was greeting her teeth and clenching her fist. She was agitated about how a princess like her had to stoop down to a mere prisoner on probation, and only the crown prince gave her an option. Her heart was grieving for the wasted time she dedicated to loving Viishaun. All she dreamt of was to be with the second prince, enough to offer to become his consort, only to receive a cold shoulder from the king of the western region.