The Princess Imprints The Traitor Novels & Stories

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

A deep voice, as crisp and cold as winter air, reached me. I turned. "Lennon." A faint smile touched Lennon's lips. He leaned in, eyes level with mine, so close that I could see my reflection in them. For a fleeting moment, I was eight years old again. He had stolen Father's sword, gripping it tightly with his small hands, declaring that one day he would become the bravest knight and protect me forever. Back then, I loved wearing princess dresses, riding a white bear across the snowy fields, laughing as the cold wind bit at my cheeks. He would trail behind me, always watching, always there, indulging my every whim.

“When we were on the battlefield, I saw Hyacinth fighting against a fae soldier. He had her mate on the ground and she was punching him, trying to protect her mate with no thought to her own safety, or risk to her own life. While protecting our mates is something we would all do, I know it goes against everything in a sprite to fight. So, I would like to present this book to you, Hyacinth. It’s titled, Hyacinth: A Brave Sprite, and it is the story of our battle and your role in the fight.” When I hand the book to her, she takes it first looking at the title, then holding it to her chest before wrapping her arm around my waist, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Princess.” The cheers go up again

"I have half her soul, and she has half mine. Every tainted bit of me belongs to her. But I always ignored the signs. You see, I came into this game with a clear goal in mind. But her goodness, her warmth Her hand fit perfect in mine. Everything she did stole a piece of my heart She broke through the iron cage Releasing emotions I never knew I had even from the start. Because, I failed to realize it, but even then The game lied in the hands of the princess I was the traitor in her den. The princess didn't belong to me But my soul belongs to her And in the end, after all is done The conclusion is that the princess has won!"

It was a signal heard by every soul in the pack, a clarion call that the true princess had returned. As my majestic white hair cascaded around me, a symbol of both royalty and strength, the warriors who dared to challenge me hesitated, recognizing the futility of opposing one destined to rule. Rocco, the traitor who had dared to usurp my father's throne, emerged from the imposing pack house, his facade of authority crumbling in the face of my presence. "Ah, the princess returns," he sneered, attempting to mask his unease with bravado. I met his gaze with steely resolve, refusing to be cowed by his taunts. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine," I declared, my voice ringing with deter

I said. “What? Why? I didn’t do anything to you.” “No, but you tried. Just because you didn’t succeed doesn’t mean you did nothing wrong. I have witnesses, remember? The horse is mine.” The Princess looked from the King to Semion and then back to me. Her eyes were widening into their manic phase. I took a step back in anticipation of the imminent explosion. She grabbed her hair on either side of her head and screamed. And then charged at me. Just as she was about to grab me by the neck, I said, “Touch me and you’ll only confirm your broken promise.”

I almost tried to follow her when another conversation broke out, making me halt and stay to listen. “Duchess Fiona’s niece, you said?” Another woman, who sat in front of me, asked her companion, “You mean Princess Erhys Bescheil, the late Crown prince’s only daughter?” Wait, what? “I heard the Prince was a traitor. He was the one who started the revolt thirteen years ago, freeing those treacherous dragons.” “Because of her father's deceitful act, the crown prince’s castle--- the Beischel residence, was looted and almost everyone related to him was executed. They also decreased the number of maids serving that residence to one. I pity that one soul.”

Her glass joins mine on the counter, long nails tapping at the glass. “I’m surprised you’re having this much trouble,” Elora purrs. She closes the distance between us, the air shifting. I tense as her nails now drag down my arm as she circles me. Her breath is hot against my neck as she continues, lips brushing against my skin. “You were able to get even the blackest of hearts to fall for you, my sweet Prince. How is it that a Princess has caused so much trouble?” I step away from her. “She sees the monster I truly am, I guess.”

He sure comes with his pride as he caught and holds the heart of the other. “Thank you for inviting me today as it is nice to see you again, Chantal.” “So, do I, JK.” To the flow of things as he gifted and left the boxes to the two prey he chooses and cunningly drags into the dark pit. An unexpected meeting comes his way as she sees it all, reflected and inside the mirror she is gifted from her master and God. Wherein the name, the image, and the very soul stands and call. “The Princess is here.”