The Princess Jewelry Box Novels & Stories

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

I didn't feel like the girl who had walked three miles in the rain after being rejected. A knock at the door made me turn. It was one of the estate maids, her eyes downcast, carrying a heavy velvet box. "From the King, my Lady," she murmured. I opened the box. Inside was a collar of diamonds so heavy it looked like armor. Beside it was a gown of deep, midnight silk, embroidered with silver thread that seemed to pulse in the light. There was a note. Wear it. Let them see what five million dollars actually bought.

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil

She was yet holding the paper in her hand and then walked a little ahead on the long corridor, which had the door to the pool room at the extreme end. She walked a little ahead and noticed a beautiful gift box placed in a similar basket. The box was intricately decorated with swaroski stones. She again bent her knees and lifted the box in her hands. The moment she opened thd box, she saw a beautiful diamond studded bracelet inside it, with a tiny note in the other corner.

He smiled faintly. "I was hoping someone else would volunteer." "You are the prince." "I was afraid you'd remember that." She stepped closer to the table. This time, Evren stayed beside her without either of them acknowledging it. The wooden box was surprisingly ordinary. No glowing symbols. No elaborate carvings. Just dark polished wood with a silver clasp. Pearl reached for the lid. Then hesitated. Evren noticed. "What changed?" She looked at the box. "For the first time..." "What?"

Each petal seemed to have been carved with endless patience, curving gently around a circle representing immortality and connection. The corners of the box were framed with faded silver metal, giving it an ancient look that felt both elegant and mysterious. On the front, a shiny alloy combination lock was tightly fixed in place, with finely engraved numbers that only revealed their secret when the right code was entered. The locking mechanism moved smoothly, leaving not the slightest gap, as if guarding a sacred secret meant only for the one truly worthy. My fingers slowly brushed over the numbers, the motion so familiar. Then a soft "click" sounded, and the lid opened. My lips curved into a

“You have no reason to free me. You get everything you want by keeping me your prisoner.” She shakes her elegant head, the dainty hair jewels glistening in the rising sunlight, giving her an ethereal glow. “I would much rather have you as an ally than an enemy, Prince Primus. I’ve made mistakes in the past, mistakes that I regret. I shouldn’t have forced you to be my companion. But now, I am giving you the honor you deserve.” Reaching between the cushions, she pulls out a tall box of green jade streaked with vermillion jasper. It’s a unique box, one that I recognize all too well. It belonged to my father, King Maximus Majere.

She had a critical look at it and felt that metal might be the one Angelina was referring to. She went to get it and headed up to Angelina. Angie was overjoyed to see the Princess arrive with the secret security box. It was one of them, according to Angie. "Ladies, Princess has found one box for us," Angie said. All the ladies were overjoyed and thanked the Princess for her efforts in locating one box for them.

I sniffed, feeling confused. Why was he talking about his gift out of nowhere? Alex walked past me and picked up the box. I followed, turning my body to face him. “Open it now.” He was holding it out to me. I hesitated, then reached out with shaky hands and took it from him. I slowly unwrapped the box, my forehead creasing when I saw what was inside it. It was a bracelet that looked exactly the same as the bracelet he got me for my 18th birthday. It was made of gold with the word 'PRINCESS' engraved in diamond. He never told me the price but I knew it was worth tens of millions.

The Emperor frowned, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t wish for anything. I have something in mind for you. I’ve prepared this gift in advance because I’ve expected that you wouldn’t wish for anything. I hope that you like it.” He motioned for one of the eunuchs to present the gift to Princess Ara. A beautiful carved mahogany box was presented before the princess. The eunuch helped the princess open the lid, and it revealed a crystal ball with a golden stand that matched perfectly with the crystal. Since the princess could not see, she didn’t know what was inside the box. The eunuch whispered to the princess and told her what it was. The princess and the crowd were confused as to what its purp