The Princess Doesn't Want To Be Spoiled Novels & Stories

She rushed toward the Prince and her arm flew, attempting to slap the prince but her hand was firmly grabbed by a personal guard of Prince Dominic. "How dare you try to move the Prince!" Princess Dohana stared coldly at the Prince and said, "you won't get away with this." "Dohana, That's enough!" The Queen Mother walked over after enjoying the sight of Jake being dragged away. "You can't speak to our benefactor that way. The Prince will get married to you very soon. I suggest you get that into your head and forget about that Jake character." "Benefactor?" Princess Dohana flipped around to face her mother. "What benefactor? It's Jake who saved the Kingdom."

She drops her head and freezes. "Is this room not okay Princess," the young female asks, and my mate instantly places her hand on our pack member's arm. "This is perfect. You misunderstood my reaction. I have experienced very little of the world, and this beautiful room took me by surprise. Please, continue," Sasha explains in a comforting, almost motherly voice. I watch our pack member as her body loses its tension. Ace purs in our mind. Ace- soon, the pack will love her. The royal title scares them.

"Wait no. It wasn't that you failed at anything. Ok, maybe you could have done with a little less spoiling. But hey, at least I'm self-aware. I just liked that you all babied me and that I didn't have to deal with all that you were. I know it's selfish but I was scared that I would mess up or ruin something if you gave me something to look after." Her mother pouted. "Oh Princess, you should have told us sooner. Keeping such a secret for so long must have been burdensome." "It was mostly for Carson, if he found out he would have felt like he didn't protect me enough. He was the one who did most of the spoiling if we're being honest." They nodded. Carson really did love to dote and spoil her.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

How could a princess be so unruly? “Is there anything the princess would like us to know about herself?” One of the noble ladies asked. She was clearly setting her up for mockery. “Well, I don't enjoy parties and gatherings such as this. I enjoy reading books instead, and going for horse races.” Hyacinth answered with a bright tone. I was disappointed that she didn't see that it was an obvious bait. “Oh, is it because the South is so poor and can't afford such things?” She asked with a chuckle that circulated round.

“Is that all I am to you? A job? An inconvenience?” “Yes.” The word was harsh. “A spoiled princess who doesn’t understand the first thing about real danger.” “I understand plenty.” I shoved at his chest. “And I’m not spoiled.” He didn’t budge. “You are. You always have been. Living in that cabin, sheltered from everything. And now you’re here, playing at being a princess, acting like putting on a pretty dress makes you qualified to rule.” The cruelty of it stole my breath. “You’re an ass.”

' Ah well,' said the Princess, 'l suppose one can't have everything, and it's certainly better to be good than pretty. and so she breathed upon the white side of the muff and thanked the old fairy, who immediately disappeared. The Princess Cabbage-Stalk felt very forlorn when she was gone, and began to think that it was quite time her father sent an army to rescue her. 'If I could but get up into the turret,' she thought, •to see if any one is coming.' But to climb up there seemed impossible.

Instead, she found her attention lingering on the polished knife right next to it with a pang in her heart that she briefly thinks of it to be longing, making her fingers twitch momentarily, suddenly wanting to hold it in her hands. There was a sudden, dark and impulsive desire to stab the witch (wishful thinking) before her gaze met her stepmother's dark eyes once more, eyes round and wide as a small child’s could only be… as though she hadn’t been fantasizing the Queen choking in her own blood right now. “What about you, mother? Where is your snack?” the young Princess asks lightly instead, folding her hands primly in front of her. (If one would ignore her glaringly bright, too-bright eyes

"But didn't the Prince get hurt?" "Hurt?" "Yes," He nodded, twisting his body around so he could stare at his Abuela, brown innocent eyes staring with worry and concern. "When he was fighting the dragons and trolls to save the Princess. I don't remember her saying she would help heal his wounds," She smiled kindly at the child, her voice soft as she said, "Not all Princesses care for that. All they care for is being free from their Castles." A pout appeared on his face. "That's bad."

Princess Allison screeched in my face. But Princess Sophia countered, raising her voice as high as her lungs allowed, “We are not spoiled brats! You are the spoiled brat, and looking in the mirror would tell you just that. You are a terrible witch, and I hate you!” A bit disrespectful, but Princess Sophia stated nothing but facts as she stepped forward, even though she knew Princess Allison could try to hit her at any moment. Princess Allison’s face turned white out of shock but soon turned red as a result of anger. At that moment, Liya chimed into my mind, “Such a Royal Chameleon.”