The Lovely Princess Novels & Stories

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

so they went there together, and the Princess was charmed with the old woman and everything belonging to her. Supper was soon spread for her under a shady tree, and she invited the Prince to share the cream and brown bread which the old woman provided. this he was delighted to do, and having first fetched from his own garden all the strawberries, cherries, nuts and flowers he could find. They sat down together and were very happy. after this they met every day as they guarded their flocks, and were so happy that Prince Peerless begged the Princess to marry him, so that they might never be parted again.

I am so eager to see to him for I will be looking after him for the period of time until the princess’s soldier’s return home. The crowd is motivated to cheer a little louder and so I placed my fingers in my mouth and began whistling and celebrating along with them. A strong wind blows causing the white rich fabric that hides her majesty from people, to move and reveal the princess. While whistling, my eyes steal this opportunity to look at the princess. And there she was…the most beautiful and most purest creature I had ever laid my eyes on.

She looks like a doll that came out flawlessly, with her hair curled naturally and one strand braided with a ribbon in the same color as her clothing, her socks with a small rose sewed in as her shoes were a dainty white color. The crown completed her look, making her look even more dazzling than before. It contributed to her charm, making the maids adore her even more. All in all, she is indeed lovely. "Kyaaaa~! The princess is lovelier today!" "What are you saying?! The princess is lovely every day and not just today!" "I know that! Didn't you hear me say 'loveli-er'?" "Hey, stop fighting!" The door suddenly opened making the maids hush for a moment, turning towards it and bowing upon seei

the Princess said, “You and your bird-boy could have disappeared together. You could have had a beautiful dream together. Instead, you came to see me. That was stupid.” “What we have is more than a dream. It is real. I have no need of your distracting enchantments.” The Princess laughed. Ilyria didn’t know how she could ever have thought her beautiful. Her face was cold and empty. How had she not seen that? The Princess reached out to the table and grabbed Fierce by the neck, holding the limp creature up like a prize. “Not a relic at all. It’s worthless,” she started to shake Fierce and Ilyria lunged forward. She was not as quick as Flame.

The vampire princess seemed happy in his arms as he whirled her around and brought her back to his chest, moving to the rhythm of the music. The rumours were right, Eleanor hated to admit. The princess was indeed one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever laid eyes upon. And that made Eleanor feel worthless. She was no match for the vampire princess. Her eyes watered. Evie's hard work with the makeup was about to be ruined because of her stupid emotions. But she could not help it.

He said. “This is my mate, Maisie, and my little girl, Tara.” He said. His mate, Maisie, bowed her head. “Might I say you are absolutely glowing, Princess?” She said with a smile. “Thank you.. you’re too kind. I didn’t know Loren had a mate.. you are quite beautiful.” I said truthfully. “Thank you.” She said with a bright smile. The little girl pulled from Loren’s leg and ran up to me and tried to climb on my lap and Loren reached for her.

"Now we must go for a walk at the garden. You also need physical activity like this, Princess." "Hmph, I don't want to." "Princess!" "My, my... what do we have here?" Then someone suddenly stole Louie and Mary's attention. "Greetings to the wife of the third Prince, Princess Lianne Ronnenburgh-Heilsonne."

"Do you want to marry me?" He kissed the tips of her fingers one by one. While bending forward, his hair fell in front of his murky brown eyes, hiding the contempt inside. It was too easy to deceive a woman in love. Princess Rina, the third of the thirty-seven princesses of the Dragsa-kingdom - in the number of princesses, Dragsa and the Icelands were vastly different - broke out in tears of joy. The happiness transformed her unassuming appearance with too big of a mouth and slightly protruding ears into a more pretty picture. It couldn't exactly be called beautiful, but at the very least it had some charm.

However, he was waiting for the arrival of a white carriage carrying the princess. As soon as the prince named Adro turned around, he was surprised to find a girl standing a few steps behind him. His eyes gleamed when he looked at the pair of sky-blue eyes nested in a small face. Her white skin that shone like porcelain was framed by her long, wavy beige hair, just like a bunch of Pampas grass swaying in the autumn wind. Her lips were red like a ripe pomegranate, and they smiled at him. The girl who looked like a goddess was Princess Joselyn Marigold Pentapore, the future wife of Prince Adro Aylmer Groendez.