The Imprisoned Princess Never Go Back Novels & Stories

Every instinct screamed for her to move closer, to lean into him, to let the bond snap shut. Instead, she whispered, “Thank you.” His gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he turned on his heel and left the hall. Kieran’s jaw tightened. His goblet shattered in his hand. The feast continued, but the air was poisoned now. Every glance, every whisper carried the same question: What lies between the princess and the elder son? Elara excused herself as soon as she could, fleeing to the quiet of the palace gardens. Moonlight bathed the roses in silver, the cool night air easing the fire in her veins. But her heart still thundered with every step.

It was too easy. Outside the gate, the princess took command. To the prisoners other than the humans she said, "Scatter and disappear. If you are not an elf, pair up with one so that they can let you out of the wall. May you have safety on your journey." She gave the usual farewell. In twos and threes, the prisoners melted into the city streets. Without warning, a large clanging sound rang through the air. "That is a problem." Brinn said calmly in human-speak.

Odessa sobbed as she held onto her maid’s hands which were gripping her hands tightly as well. “But it would look weird if you don't leave, Your Highness. Everyone was present when you asked for liberty and a right to go back to the werewolf realm, so if you don't leave even after the King has granted you the permission to, people would point fingers and ask questions.” Evelyn tried to explain to the Princess but Odessa was hell bent on staying.

“Escort the princess to her bedchamber and confine her there for a week. She is not allowed to leave that room till the week is up.” “Princess?!” Vivian shrieks. “I’m the queen!” “Leanna is the queen. You are the princess of the Eastern Kingdom. And you are a prisoner of the North,” I tell her coolly. “If your bedchamber is too restrictive for you, you can always reside in the dungeons instead.” The guards try to help her up, but she pushes them away, hissing, “Do not touch me! Don’t you know who I am?!” They exchange a look but allow her to get to her feet herself. “You can’t do this to me, Cedric!”

“I’m sorry princess, but the alpha gave strict orders for Conor’s cell not to be opened until his execution time. You will have to wait until then ma’am.” “The alpha has given me permission to see him,” she lied. “And do not forget that I am a member of the royal circle. If the alpha finds out that you disobeyed one of the high-ranking members, you won’t like what he’ll do to you. I won’t repeat myself again. Open the gates now; I want to see the prisoner.” The guards looked at each other, signs of worry sketched on their faces. They couldn’t tell whether the princess was lying or not, but it would be serious trouble for them if she weren’t. They finally agreed.

"I am the third princess of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth. However, they imprisoned me without telling me the reason why. All throughout my life, I have never seen the outside world and the only way I could entertain myself was reading some books. Until one day, everything has changed. On the very birthday of my father, King Solomon, King Abaddon showed up despite being uninvited. He conquered my nation but luckily, Stargazer helped me escape and find my fated man. Now King Abaddon is planning to execute my family three days before the solar eclipse. It might be a ensnare but given the circumstances, I've got to try!" "We still have three days to prepare for that battle and unfortunately,

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

-"Keeping a shield 24/7 must be exhausting. No wonder you cannot use your powers, even if your life depends on it. If you want the answers you seek, you must drop the shield and let me verify you are not a threat." -"Bravo!" I giggle. "You got me, Connor. I am this kingdom's lost princess, seeking to claim what is rightfully mine by birthright." His expression pales. I cannot believe he believes in this silly cliche villain story I just made up. "Wow, really? I am no spy or threat. You don't need to read my mind to know it. You can simply ask. Now, mocking me for the lack of ability to control my powers, that inconsiderate. While you grew up among people of the same kind, I didn't."

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?"

The chains around my wrists clink against the floor as my back scrapes against the ragged stone. No one was coming to save me, no one knew where I was. Four months ago I was a princess… no, I am a princess, that will never change. Although I don’t feel like one. Chained to the rough rock. The dirt and grime clinging to my skin. I think back to when my life was normal; my father eating breakfast like he does every morning before heading to do his duties.