The Princess Jewelry Box Novels & Stories

Similar to those holding my silk stockings in place. I wore a gold chain necklace with a large gold and blue amulet that perfectly depicted the tones of my hair and eyes. She tucked the matching earrings into my ears, letting them dangle from my lobes. A gold wrap resting lightly around my shoulders. Gold hairpins with the same blue stones held my hair in long wraps about my head and along the base of my neck. My small queen’s crown resting atop them, tucked through along the edges to hold it in place. I was escorted downstairs, by my King’s favored manservant. Holding my hand delicately as he was attentive to the steps in case I should misstep.

She got on her feet and I watched as she picked up a box from her nightstand and held it out to me. "What is it?" I asked as I collected it. She sighed and slumped on her bed. "A gift from Prince Xavier. Does he have to act so desperately?" From the mirror, I glimpsed my eyes as they flashed orange in jealousy. "Oh really?" Was the only thing I could bring myself to mutter as I opened the box. I gasped when I saw the jade figurines. He had bought this gift with me in mind. The realization left a bittersweet feeling in my mouth.

“You sir, may stay here.” Jose nods as I step inside and look around. The key had the number of the box and I find it quite quickly, placing the key in the lock. I fiddle with the code before turning the key, and the box swings open. Something that puts the manager at ease. There are a few boxes of jewellery, some precious jewels in a velvet pouch, as well as a few diamond brooches. I take the contents out, placing them into my bag when I see the pile of photographs at the bottom, placed in a weak envelope that’s torn from one side.

And I feel like a princess in the long black gown. “And to complete the look,” she says, holding a small blue velvet box in her hand. I shake my head. “No. No way, Sab. When did you even—” “Relax,” she says, opening the box. “It’s just a loan.” Studded diamonds. Not too big and gaudy—not too small for my ears. They’re perfect. And while I’m speechless, she helps me put them on, so I can see how right she is. They do complete the look.

she demanded, fear creeping into her voice. "I'm doing something I've always wanted to do," I said, holding up the velvet box and opening it slowly. The ring caught the faint light of the room—a cushion-cut diamond, ringed by a circle of sapphires, her favorite. The band was rose gold, delicate but long-lasting. Just like her. Zara's head shook with hysteria. "No, no. Zed, no—you don't have to pity me—" "Pity?" My voice cracked a little. "Is that what you think this is?"

She drew in a sharp breath through her teeth and did as Hailey asked, untying the bow and tearing off the wrapping paper. The sight that met their eyes was a beautifully intricate chest with carvings of glyphs, ancient forests and runes. It looked old and obviously worth a small fortune if its gold color was to be believed. “Why would the king send me this? It looks priceless,” She gasped. “I-I must return it back to him.” But before she could even move, Hailey was already pulling the box open to reveal its contents and there sitting on a bed of red velvet was a beautifully wicked, winking thing, made entirely of gold and studded with tiny emeralds.

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

She suddenly became quiet interest as she love jews and especially if they are rare. “Yes,” nodded Princess Kay. “Alright, quickly now. Go get me my boxes of gifts by Concubine Bella,” said the Empress, waving her hand at the maid. The maids nodded and went to grab the gift box. They brought it over to the Empress. Princess Kay smiled. She was happy that her plan was going exactly how she planned. The Empress pulled out the gifts from the box. Princess Kay was looking through each of them. Then something red and shiny caught the Empress’s eyes. She took the feather and flipped it around. She smiled and said, “I didn’t see this before?”

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

Out fell the broken stone, and with it the golden key. the clatter it made upon the floor attracted the Princess Cabbage-Stalk's attention. She picked it up, and after a moment's consideration decided that it must belong to the curious old cabinet in the corner, which had no visible keyhole. and then it was not long before she had it open, and was admiring the treasures it contained as much as Prince Peerless had done before her, and at last she came to the carbuncle box. no sooner had she opened it than with a shudder of horror she tried to throw it down, but found that some mysterious power compelled her to hold against her will. And at this moment a voice in her ear said softly: Take cour