The Princess Hides Her Fandom の小説・ストーリー

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

It's not a need to find loopholes to walk where I want, it's just a concern that the false sense of total sovereignty she has blinds her. But who am I in this princess's life to opine what is right or wrong to be followed? Really, nobody. If she has her meals hidden, it is because she is aware that she will be frowned upon and she avoids this fact. Her attitudes are actually subtle and calculating, I don't see that doubtful look in anyone about what she has to do, maybe it was also the fact that I divided myself without any partiality in paying yes a lot of attention on her, as no one else there but her paranoid security guards to protect her, the rest of us manage to visibly healthily divid

She said. “Thank you.” I mumbled, wiping my tears with the back of my hands. Not wasting much time, I tore it open, snacking fast to refill my empty stomach. All of a sudden I could listen to the rhythms of some unknown footstep. “Hide the snack..Gi.” She whispered then faded away. My heart dropped to my feet as I pushed the snack under an almost decayed wood. Wiping off my mouth with the back of my hands. But where’s the princess?

The Princess forces a façade of strength to wash over her as the rope closes of a majority of her oxygen. Through the crowd, Eliana hones in on her friends who slowly shift around the rebels. As they near the platform, the Princess holds her breath, her muscles tight. She looks towards the sky a stray tear escaping her grasp. In the next moment, chaos ensues.

I said, making many of them nod, eyes shifting from me back to Alari. “About three months ago, I traveled to Silverlake to bless an Alpha, and I found my mate. All else that happened was communicated to you” I said, watching the slight change on their faces. “Upon our return, we discovered that my mate is actually the lost… hidden princess of the Kingdom, the only child of King Miles and Queen Lylla” I said, causing another round of whispers to erupt from the room. The Alpha's looked at each, quietly asking questions the people sitting next to them couldn't answer.

Emily, panicking, wouldn't want to be attacked. "It is not as quick as you think. The guard will be leaving with us at the same time." Isabella assured Emily that. "Your majesty, I will suggest everyone be cautious, as well as the palace maids." Emily proposed this to the princess. "Why do you say so?" Isabella asked her. "Your worst nightmare asked me out today," Emily replied. "Do you mean Xavier?" "You should be happy he found you worthy; maybe he is in love with you or might want to use you for fun as usual."

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

"Doesn't make watching it any easier." News of Draven's defeat spread quickly through all three territories over the following days, and with it came a shift I hadn't fully anticipated. Where rumors about a hidden female Alpha had once carried an edge of danger, curiosity, or threat, the story now spreading was different entirely — a princess who'd walked willingly into an ambush and won. "You're famous," Priya announced at school the following week, sliding a printed pack newsletter across the lunch table. "Like, actually famous. Look at this."

I am so eager to see to him. The crowd is motivated to cheer a little louder and so I placed my fingers in my mouth and began whistling and celebrating along with them. A strong wind blows causing the white rich fabric that hides her majesty from people, to move and reveal the princess. While whistling, my eyes steal this opportunity to look at the princess. And there she was…the most beautiful and most purest creature I had ever laid my eyes on.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.