The Princess Diarist Novels & Stories

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day,the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I swe us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I cant wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life.You are such a light to both your father and I and you would m

What exactly is this, Princesa? She’s wearing a white dress with flowing sleeves and looks… almost radiant. She holds a lot of power too, that’s clear. The sun hits her golden curls. One wouldn’t think she spent the night in a cold dark cell. The goddess sure loves the Rossis… I look away from her, my demeanour darkening as I glare across at the men who all have their eyes on her, hostility clear in their eyes, but if they’re trying to intimidate her, they’re only digging their own graves deeper.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

Micha gaped. "How?!" The book continued. A certain person brought a book to the palace to clear his name. I'm sure you already know who it was. Micha gasped. "Beth?!" "Yes," the book answered. "She dared to approach the palace with evidence, despite Roosevelt's reputation." Micha frowned. "What book are you talking about?" Golden letters formed: "Princess Eloise's diary." My eyes widened. Micha nearly jumped. "Her diary?! Then everything will finally be known!"

"Well I stole it but it's all good, right? Everything I do is for my precious friend and sister so I'm justified," "Of course," "The details here are legit!" She slammed the book down and opened it. I thought it had a key… never mind. She flipped through the pages with eyes bulging with excitement. "Dear diary, you won't believe what happened to me today! My princess finally spoke to me! I was surprised when she did and I almost made a fool out of myself. She offered to teach me how to swim… wait, I should tell you the story from the beginning!" Well, who am I not to get interested? As long as we don't get caught.

While I found his ambition intriguing, I had no desire to be entangled in his schemes. … Princess Ladia sat nestled in a plush armchair within her chambers, a book open in her lap. Its pages, filled with the unvarnished tales of common folk, held her captive. She usually dismissed such works as frivolous, lacking the polish and refinement of courtly literature. Yet, there was a raw honesty, a vibrant essence within these stories that resonated with her soul. They offered a welcome respite from the suffocating world of politics, a glimpse into a reality untouched by the machinations of power.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

In two weeks, we settled on the number that satisfied both of us and started to prepare for the royal wedding. So many expenses yet again, and I still had roads to repair, places to rebuild... The bride was...enchanting? Not really. Gorgeous? Not to my taste. Honestly, Dariola resembled the aforementioned fish, only dressed in laces and diamonds, thanks to her slanted chin, small eyes, and prominent lower lip. As for her personality, the ghosts reported to me on that as well. The princess was praying a lot, but judging by the fact that her prayers didn’t seem to have any effect on the ghosts, those prayers weren’t especially sincere.

“Well, I want to go on an adventure with people. Maybe go on a quest across the seas. Perhaps, search for a treasure that nobody has yet found. Or even go on a journey of self-discovery.” The princess’ eyes begin to sparkle. In her eyes, Leon shines like the sun. Bold and daring, but cool and caring. They continue their conversation until the night reaches its peak. Eventually, they part ways as the princess retires to her bedroom. Upon returning to her quarters, the princess sits down her study. She pries open her diary. It is very late at night, but with the fire from a lamp she writes down her thoughts.

“What now? Can’t you see, I am a bit preoccupied. He said, opening the door, a little bit larger for Dan to see Ambrosia sitting down, on the chair holding the scroll. It could see that it contained, the seal, of the royal prince and he knew that it was no ordinary scroll. He scowled at this, he had always hated Ambrosia since their days of slavery, and she didn’t exactly light a bulb for him either. Dan knew that Ambrosia was a scheming woman, who had the prince wrapped around her finger, and she is nothing of what she said, she was. She was a liar, a thief, and a cheat. She should be thrown, back, into the pits of the dungeons. She wasn’t even full Northern Isles blood, he wasn’t even sure