The Princess Diarist Novels & Stories

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

“Yes. She gave it to my grandmother after she passed away and then my grandmother passed it to my mother and my mother passed it to me.” “Interesting,” Merfoy uttered while drinking his cup of tea. He seemed unsurprised at all. “That was my great-grandmother’s diary.” Geuron handed it to King Ciaran as if he wanted him to read it. King Ciaran was a bit confused why the boy handed it to him instead of Merfoy or the other two. Ciaran look around and everyone was waiting for him to read it. He opened the booklet and saw handwriting in mistral. Some words were erased, but the words were clear because of the tinted black ink used. Half of the pages were torn, it was obviously scraped out of the b

So I move close and kiss her lips, slowly, once and release. Princess has her eyes closed as I move back, so I take my time to admire her. Her beautiful lashes that are spreading out contrast her milky skin. Her cheeks are tinted with a beautiful blush, and the way she doesn't move doesn't open her eyes... it gives me a heads-up to kiss her again.

With a breath, I opened it. This diary belongs to me, Queen Seraphina of the Blacktail Kingdom, wife of King Thorne. Mother to Prince Wilson and Princess Emily. I blinked. My knees gave out, and I slumped to the floor, clutching the book tightly. Princess Emily. My name. No… it had to be a coincidence. A different Emily. Surely. My hands turned the pages slowly, each line drawing me deeper into the past. Today, Wilson spoke his first words. He called me "mama" while tugging at my robe. I cried, not out of sadness, but joy. Moments like these make me forget the weight of the crown.

Furthermore, I didn't wear a brassiere, as my gown has a pad to cover my breasts. "No daddy" batting my eyelashes leaving my clothes on the floor as I sat on the bed. I placed my leg on the other leg. I could see his eyes darken with my every move, and his boner showing my effects on him. The dim light in the room and my naked body must be shining for him. "Don't tease me, princess, you don't know how I am controlling myself to be gentle with you?" He said removing his coat. "Princess, I want to ask you one last time, are you ready to be mine," He asked, his voice holding seriousness.

My heart plummeted. My chambers were unrecognizable. Everything I owned lay scattered across the marble. My books, my gowns, my carved wooden chests, my pressed flower collection, my training blades, my ink jars, my journals. All dumped in a heap as if someone had taken a giant shovel and decided, yes, this is the appropriate method of organizing a princess’s belongings. Guards stomped across the wreckage, crushing delicate things beneath their boots. I watched one step on a jar of rare ink with such enthusiasm that he might have been auditioning for a play titled How To Ruin Aveline’s Life In Ten Easy Steps.

A diary! I know I'm not very good at writing. But the old Caron who used to teach me my writing said that I should keep a diary, so I can practice my writing. Well, now that I've found this book, I'm going to write a little bit every day. But I will start by trying my best to jot down what the princess has to say this afternoon. She wanted to give up and hand it over to Lillian to assist her, but when Angela sighted her, she rushed her and encouraged her

(Duchess Cassi Gust) “Hahaha…I know…but remember though..she is an exact copy of both the President and Vice President themselves…she is still a child…but not a normal one…”.(Marcella Di Gianna) Marcella herself has already multiple time visited the royal palace and of that time, she already know the Princess character herself. The Princess is a scary figure as she knows where she stand and what her power was, in fact, for Marcella and the others that knows about this, all of them can say that the Princess is an exact copy of the vicious vice president, whenever she is mad and not around her father. Now that the Gust family has gotten a clear picture of what they can expect from the future,

I said hesitantly, my other dress was back at the campsite. “Good heavens no dear…” the girl said quickly, my eyes widened and I took a step back in alert not knowing what I did wrong that had her reacting the way she was “Prince Nathan had gotten everything covered this morning, there are nightgowns inside the closet for you, and the castle tailors will come to take your measurements tomorrow morning to fix whatever needs to be fixed and to prepare new clothing of your liking for you” The girls seeming to notice my confusion, moved from beside their eldest girl, who seemed to be doing all the talking to me as they simply followed her orders “my name is Diana princess” she introduced herself