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He was glaring at her hungrily and she shivered one word from the Prince and he would kill her she knew it as sure as she took her next breath. ‘He won’t hurt you, Mafia Princess, not unless I tell him to but if you disobey me in any way I may let him play with you for a little while.’ The guard's eyes glittered as they roamed over her body and left her in doubt about what the Prince was implying, ‘Chain her up Abdullah.’ Khalid ordered as he walked across to an office she had not seen leaving her at the mercy of the guard who grabbed a handful of her thick golden hair and dragged her to her feet.

It would only bring overly good news or overly heart-breaking news. I pulled the paper out after a few seconds and I unfolded it. It was blank. I quickly brought my thumb to my mouth, biting into it until I tasted the blood. I brought the thumb down to the paper until it was kissed by a drop of my blood. Words suddenly appeared. The vampire royal couple left nothing to chance. Dear Princess Zisealer of the Dragon People, first daughter of King Zahhak. We write this letter in great sadness to inform you that….

*ADRIAN** I let go of the fool I was holding and he fell to the floor in pain. I wonder how much strength the Princess put into punching this guy. Well, it's not like I'd want to find out. I turned around to follow the princess back when Arnold said, "You know she's just using you right? I don't know what she promised you, but she's not going to give it to you. Don't trust her." He slowly stood up, holding his stomach. I watched him walk away and disappear into the shadows.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

She wasn't allowed to step outside at any cost and acquaint with her lover, even by mistake. When Queen Jenna and Miranda, holding her little Jocastia enter Ravine switches the TV off and says, "Are you trying to bake me into a bread in here? Why am I trapped here? Trap him! He's gonna be fine in his room for days!" Yells Ravine, frustrated that she cannot roam around. Miranda laughs loudly at her irritation while the Queen takes a small tray of rings to select from. As she presents the princess a set of the most beautiful diamonds of size 21, Ravine's eyes bulge out of her skull.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

The trap he had spent months building was already completely shut. Slowly, I walked toward the table. My legs felt hollow, my skin cold despite the heat of the fire. I stopped at the edge of the wood and stared down at the document. There it was. The second line. Princess Elara Rovin. The name of the sister who was currently dancing in the capital, celebrating her new Alpha mate, completely unaware that the man who had orchestrated her victory was standing in this tent, waiting for me to take her crown. I reached out.

one of the four trappers said. “What princess?” I asked, still not getting the gist. “The only princess I know of is the princess of Vinia!” The leader was starting to get irritated. I quickly remembered that the attendant had explained that everything I'd be seeing in here would only be illusions, therefore, none of these are real! I looked down at my body and saw that I was wearing a black dress that brought out my curves. I was far too shaped than I remembered. I then shut my eyes to examine my appearance with my spiritual sense.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

“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