The Princess Diarist Novels & Stories

"We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result." There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down at Eliana, his eyes running over her arms and legs. For some odd reason she becomes self-conscious of her dirty and battered appearance. She tugs on her pant legs to cover some of the scabs beginning to form on her calves. How embarrassing it is to be so disheveled and dirty in front of the third Prince of Climont. She is the only Princess of Drein, she should not show any vulnerability. "Could you not find a more bearable restraint?"

He might have treated her better. St Clare’s believed in poverty, chastity and obedience. The Princess Royal of old would have struggled with all three. Not this lady, a new person in some ways. He had escorted her there himself and promised to visit, a vow he had yet to keep. It couldn’t all end now, could it?

Security here is absolutely tight, CCTV cameras or passwords for long-term entry are the most advanced. In the garden of the castle, a girl in a princess dress, with curly chestnut hair. The girl was sitting leaning against the tree, looking up at the sky so much that no one came close enough to notice. - Princess LIDYA? -.... - Princess? -.... - LIDYA MURASAKI. (I made up) The girl was startled by that call, she really didn't know it at all. - What's wrong with finding me? - The Queen called.

I immediately opened his diary and the various dates written there appeared to me, I read it until my forehead was wrinkled because of a page that aroused me. “Life in Spain is fun. I am a maid of a royal family there. Social isn't it? I earn a lot so I can send enough to my family in the Philippines. My role in a royal family is easy because I am the only one who takes care of their newborn baby, Sofia Dahlia Parma, princess of Austrias. It's a beautiful name, isn't it? As beautiful as his name is, his face is also beautiful. Her cheeks are red, her skin is very white and her eyes are green and chocolate, my housemates also say they call it hazel eyes." I looked in the mirror, my eyes were

"Hey Princess I know you had fun last night and I know I'll see you again soon." I just rolled my eyes. He can be pretty full of it sometimes and I understand why . He's gorgeous. He has electric blue eyes and black curly hair. Let's not forget that he dated me the richest girl at school. I wasn't really popular though. I was quiet and only really talked to people if they passed my vibe check. I'm still like that.

Placing Carol on my lap, I accepted the diary and looked at Celadine. She blinked. “She wants you to open it, princess,” her maid said. I unfurled the leather strap wrapped around the diary. Glancing at her, I opened the diary to two letters stuck between the pages. One was addressed to me and the other to Arran. I looked at Celadine, and she blinked, managing a restricted smile through the pipes entering her mouth. I read the letter she wrote to me— Dear princess Diana, If you are reading this letter, it means I am already gone or preparing for my departure. Although I really wish to see you reading it. Hope you finish the race before I cross the finishing line of my life.

It would only bring overly good news or overly heart-breaking news. I pulled the paper out after a few seconds and I unfolded it. It was blank. I quickly brought my thumb to my mouth, biting into it until I tasted the blood. I brought the thumb down to the paper until it was kissed by a drop of my blood. Words suddenly appeared. The vampire royal couple left nothing to chance. Dear Princess Zisealer of the Dragon People, first daughter of King Zahhak. We write this letter in great sadness to inform you that….

I am fine", he replied. Fife handed him the snacks, "thanks", he said as he took it. They both ate in silence. "do you know what happened to the princess?", Theodore asked Fife. "I only know a little, back then when the princess was around our age, she was a avid reader of books just like you. She was responsible for the establishment of the library, she used to travel to far away lands to get books. She went on one of such trips. and she came back different, she was depressed and melancholic. The king tried to find out what was wrong with her, but she refused to talk. Eventually she started behaving weird and it gradually escalated to her condition now".

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.

Then deliberately avoiding his eyes, she stepped aside and left. As it seemed, the Princess did not only leave. She left the young master in a turmoil of his emotions which was mostly overwhelmed with the uncomfortable pricks of guilt... *** ( Astheria, Australia.) Queen Fiona wrote in her secret journal in the quietness of her bedroom office. It'd become a favourite hobby of the eighty year old ever since her instincts kept warning her about the crisis approaching the Royal family, her granddaughter. The diary held her suspicions, puzzlements and revelations. But mostly, it was a guidance. Whenever she was done, the Queen hid it in a secret safe which no one knew about, except the reigning