The Princess Imprints The Traitor Novels & Stories

he then added teasingly. My hands started to tremble. I couldn’t believe they succeeded on deceiving us. Our spies lied, they turned their back to us. Right at that moment, I heard Master Dante’s voice. He was pressing on his left arm. It was bleeding heavily. I suddenly felt weak. And before I could even react, the princess made her way out of my grip. “I couldn’t believe my acting was superb!” she said with all the enthusiasm in her body. And the next thing I knew, her face was starting to change. I didn’t know. It was like deforming or something. Her nose became larger than normal. Her hair became curly and stiff. Her eyebrows grew thicker and it even met at the center of her face.

“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

No one would know it was a trap unless they looked very closely. Princess Sheila was pleased with the outcome and waved her hands to dismiss the guards. She heard footsteps not far away as soon as the guards left. She swiftly ducked and turned to face the footsteps. Someone approached slowly in the dark light. His face was obscured, but Princess Sheila recognized Barely Immortal from his stature. At that moment, Princess Sheila got very excited and mumbled lightly, "So that old man is not back yet. It's a good thing too. We just finished with the trap. It's a good time to try it."

The headline scrolled across the bottom in bold red letters: WANTED FOR HIGH TREASON: THE TRAITOR PRINCESS AND THE ROGUE ALPHA. I couldn't hear the sound over the hum of the kitchen, but the graphics were clear enough. They showed the destroyed fortress at Blackwood Ridge. They showed the shattered Crimson Heart. Then, the screen changed to Lord Darius. He stood at a podium, looking grave and sorrowful. I read his lips. Mental instability... manipulated by a radical... danger to the public. "They're spinning it," I whispered, anger heating my blood. "They're saying I'm crazy. That Ashren brainwashed me."

“Let her go, Cedric! What are you doing?” I release Princess Vivian, and she falls to the ground, pallid. Bella crouches next to her to help her up. Bella glares at me. “What are you doing? She’s the queen!” I look at her with hatred in my eyes. When she sees it, she flinches, and I notice the flicker of guilt on her face. “The queen? She’s not the queen. Where is Leanna?” Bella straightens up, lifting her chin. “This is Princess Vivian, the true Princess Vivian. I imprisoned the impostor. She escaped, but I’m having people track her down. This is the woman meant to be your mate. She has royal blood—”

"Don't pout, baby. You already know the plan. I just have to marry him and be the Queen then we eliminate him and you become the King." Prince Zuerien gasped but continued listening. "But still, I can't stand another man touching you like I should do", the man said. "Don't worry, babe. We'll be fine. You'll get the throne." Prince Zuerien decided he heard enough and stormed into the room. Indeed, Lady Emily was in her bed with another man he doesn't recognize and they were both naked. "Zuerien?", Lady Emily asked shockingly. "So, that is your plan?", Zuerien asked.

The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate. I knew the princess doesn't not want to marry another person than her mate, she wanted to marry her real mate, but her real mate had another lady who was not his mate, how could she leave him when she had search all over to find her mate but she found him, and he rejected her the first day they met. Remembering how happy that day was, I couldn't do anything for her. I could only look at the sadness in her eyes as she was rejected but she d

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.

the same girl said, voice shaking like she was about to cry. “Because she’s a liar,” Janice said coldly, raising her brow. No filter. “If you’re really the princess,” she continued, “then I’m sure you already know that the King and Queen are coming to visit the university.” I looked at Stelle. Her eyes widened in shock. She dropped the book she was holding. “You’re lying…” she whispered. “No royals ever visit here. This is a school for humans.” Her friend chuckled awkwardly, trying to play it off as a joke.

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.