The Princess Is Going On Strike Novels & Stories

One of the princesses, a mixture of amusement and disdain tugging at her lips, retorted, "Ah, the rebel speaks again. But it is in our very nature to embrace the roles bestowed upon us, to fulfill our duties with honor and grace." Undeterred, Princess Omana's gaze held steady as she met her critic's gaze. "I refuse to be confined to a life of mere subservience," she proclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of her convictions. "I harbor dreams and aspirations that extend far beyond the gilded walls of this palace. I will carve my own path, even if it means defying the conventions that bind us." A palpable unease settled upon the gathering, as the princesses grappled with a mix of admiration

|Prince Patrick's Point Of View| I hum a song as I go through my collection of robes. "Prince Patrick!" one of my maids barges into my room. "Yeah? Is it right to barge in like an idiot?" I scold her. "I-I am sorry, but, your highness, I have some news for you," she says, breaking into a sweat. I cock my eyebrows in return, asking her to go on. "Just a few minutes ago, Princess Zoey was attacked on the palace grounds!" she breaks the news.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Brutally, Rosetta kept punching or pulling the princess’s hair. “Lucas is forever mine!“ shouted Rosetta, lose her anger. When it wasn’t enough to finish off Princess Sonya, suddenly the whole chapel shook. The floor beneath Rosetta’s foot cracks.

The princess was again going contrary to the law in the kingdom was not a good deal for the prince itself. On the study area, the prince settled on his seat, with a crest on his forehead. When Shuna, the princess personal maid entered, there was a glare on the majesty’s face that it flinched her in fear. Shuna bowed before straightening up and handed the prince a rolled scroll. Jion coldly looked at it then to the maid before he received it and unrolled it at once. If added crests were even possible to appear on the prince’ face, maybe it will be showed noting how he almost wanted to crush the poor scroll using his bare hands.

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

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."

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.