The Princess Diarist Novels & Stories

He thought he had better get back to Benny and Tilly to see what they had made out of the information. Upon entering the room Benny look up and started filling Jay in “Well we don’t know the name of the princess, but we are sure she was transported to a different planet where she would be safe. We think that planet is S610 just by the references to it being remote and kept in balance. We know the princess is incredibly smart and capable, she also has a birth mark on her left forearm. Is there anything we missed?” “No, that’s what I thought too. Do we have any access to any files of personnel on Planet S610? We need to know who this person SM Dora is.”

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

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.

Though the princess might look like a spoiled brat, she liked to keep her space as simple as possible. She entered the palace and she was greeted by the second prince’s attendance. “This way to Prince William’s office.” She followed the attendant silently while looking at the different paintings that she passed by. While walking, she was already rehearsing what she would ask him and tell him that she would be rejecting his proposal. “Your Highness, Lady Seraphina Alexandria von Fiore has arrived.” William stood up from his seat and gestured for her to the seat across from him which she gladly obliged.

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

HE TOUCHED HER and Veronica hated her body more than anything at the moment. The princess abdicated her throne but before leaving her kingdom she summoned the best painting artists across the world. Nobody knew why she was doing this. She selected one of them who was the best and made him draw a picture of hers. On the painting she wrote her own life history where she could remind herself of her past when she would look at it in future. She made the artist paint her picture in such a way that the letters written on the sketch would only be seen and read by her.

She ordered after explaining her plight. I went to the wardrobe and brought out the diary. "You will get the apology you deserve from Grayson. Only if you really want it." I stated before handing the diary over to her. "Do you know who Grayson is? He's a prince. A very stubborn and proud one at that." She exclaimed with no belief in my words. "I know you don't believe me but if you stay a little longer and offer me a little help, then you will witness it," I reassured but she only chuckled sarcastically at my words.

He moved to the side, hiding from them, but the princess said, "Don't worry, they are not enemies of our kingdom; they are allies." "I know," Damian said, "but they are warriors. I'd rather not meet with them unless it's necessary." The princess nodded, and afterward, she said, "I need to go to the palace and find out why they came." "Why do you seem so invested in political matters? Why are you so worried about what happens to the king? You're neither his wife nor are you.....I mean, yes, you're a princess, but shouldn't a princess be worried about other things?"

I shake my head, breaking from her gaze to stare at a random spot on the wall, and resign myself to being tormented by the princess for the rest of the day. I move with her from room to room, standing in the same shadows, watching her turn pages of the deeply complicated and overly political volumes about history and policy that she prefers over fiction and folklore. I watch her brush her hair for what feels like hours. I watch her eat lunch and talk to her maids. I listen to her complain. I stand still and allow her to use me as a target for the dozens of paper airplanes she’s been making with what I believe is very important paperwork she pilfered from her mother’s office.

Her long royal robe flows dramatically as she walks; her feet seem to float without much sound as they glide along the floor. Finally, the princess room is fully made after several shouts from Madam Iwin. It is without question unnecessaryly huge. It is thrice as big as our dining hall which I already think is quite big. The walls seem to go on forever as they reach the plain white ceiling. The east wall is designed with a green wallpaper that has trees and flowers drawn into it. The west wall is designed with a similar green wallpaper but with painted green rubies. A crystal ornament hangs in the middle of the ceiling, catching the sunlight and giving off a beautiful sparkle. On the sout