The Princess Diarist の小説・ストーリー

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

The princess came over and took her pen to teach Randell. "Is it any wonder you can't write when you're in that state?" asked the princess, dismissing the issue regarding her. Randell's attention turned to what the princess said about him. Randell snickered and sat up. Princess Chandra began writing a single syllable. Then motioned to the handsome pirate to copy it so he could try to learn. Randell followed that quietly. While the handsome pirate was still busy concentrating on writing. Princess Chandra's steps are slow as she examines the items near the handsome pirate's table.

Anda asked. " Nothing, she has my diary.. your handmaiden said she saw you with one and the Queen suspects you have it"Tatiana replied. " No.. I only have my diary.. what diary is that? It seem so important in you"Anda prodded. " Don't worry, I'll find it, it just has some of my best memories with the late prince, Miranda, if you ever come across any diary, please send it to me"Tatiana held her hand

The princess discreetly hid the vial in her own clothes, watching the historian sit in the armchair beside her with an expression full of tranquility that made her frown trying to understand what was happening. ♠ Lauren's POV I walked slowly across the courtyard, my hands shoved in the front pockets of my sweatpants, I intended to grab some tea from the kitchen to take back to my room and start reading the Princess's biography, I wasn't going to be able to sleep early that day, too much had happened and I intended to start unraveling right away what I couldn't guess.

--- unfortunately not yet, but I believe that soon we will put all the cards on the table-- I say seeing understanding in his eyes. These last few days I've been reading and rereading that diary trying to find something, maybe some clue or something, but visibly I haven't gotten anything. Scarlet sees my effort in trying to unravel this soon and we even created some hypotheses together, but nothing concrete, I feel that we are missing something. But what? --- Whoever it is, this person is too smart and insightful not to have left any traces-- my princess says indignantly. --- That he's skewered, that's for sure, but I already have my doubts about not having left a trace, we who still probabl

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

Whoever sent it had used the staff as their shield—or perhaps the writer was one of them. The corridors leading to the back halls smelled faintly of smoke and starch, the lingering traces of laundry, cooking, and scrubbed floors. She had walked these passages as a child, trailing after her nursemaids, but now she felt like an intruder. Servants were not used to seeing their princess wandering these halls alone at night. She caught sight of two young maids whispering near the laundry doors. When they saw her, they dropped into quick bows, faces paling. “Princess,” one stammered.

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve