The Lovely Princess Novels & Stories

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

“That sounds… lovely, Prince Caius.” The store was a sensory haven, filled with delicate glass bottles releasing intoxicating bouquets of floral and spice. Caius was an attentive companion, his laughter light and easy as we sampled various scents. He listened with genuine interest as I spoke of my favorite blooms in the royal gardens, sharing anecdotes about the unique flora of Eldora. For a while, the oppressive weight within me seemed to lessen, replaced by a fragile sense of connection. His kind gaze often met mine, and a warmth bloomed in my chest, a feeling I hadn’t allowed myself to experience fully in weeks. Perhaps, I thought fleetingly, there could be happiness in this arranged unio

“Damn it, my cell phone. – She suddenly remembered, looking around to find the shiny object in the corner near the bathtub. It didn't feel wet or mushy, it was okay after all. She caught it with a hurried movement and watched as Karila approached the doors to guide her out. The historian made her way casually, noting how beautiful the princess was that morning, her damp hair slightly disheveled, her mouth reddened by last night, her face free of any trace of makeup and her beautiful brown eyes adorned by long eyelashes. She paused next to her before leaving, and bent down to steal a quick peck. — Look beautiful angry. – Speaking softly, noting the crease in her forehead, Karila gave her a ge

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

Just when it seems like we are about to come to blows, Sasha's scent begins to swirl within the room. Luis steps away, and I straighten my suit jacket. I look towards the doorway just in time to see my gorgeous princess enter. My eyes travel over her form hungrily. She looks like a walking moonbeam. The dress she is wearing is opal white and trails down to the floor. The V-neck is deep but covered in mesh. So while it gives me a great view of her chest, it is still modest. Her beautiful hair is in a low messy but controlled bun and her makeup isn't too thick. I am so glad I told her to dress fancy. She looks as if she is going to a human prom.

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

She smiles sweetly and tilts her head to the right, her lush brown hair falling to her shoulder with the movement. “ She is the woman the King cherishes. You better show your respect to her. ” Loretta says as if she is not ashamed of it or jealous of her. “ The woman he cherishes? ” I utter, staring at her. The mark on my neck stings. I clench my jaw, suppressing the anger and pain I feel after this revelation. “ Lovetta. It’s enough. The Princess had a long day. Let’s not add to her misery. ” She scolds the other girl in a sickly sweet voice that resembles the rumored voice of a siren.

She always had a place for him, hidden in that guarded heart. “Isabella,” his voice dropped, almost tender, “eat. Rest. I’ll give you a night no one in New York will forget. A banquet that will make every woman envy you.” For days after, Adrian oversaw every detail himself. He ordered ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Ecuadorian roses to be flown in. He booked the most famous European orchestra to play her favorite pieces. And the crimson diamond necklace—the one she had admired from afar, worth billions—he bought it without blinking, delivered it to the Russo estate as if it were nothing but a trinket, something for her fingers to toy with when she grew restless.