The Princess Trials Novels & Stories

Leanna asks busting into fresh laughter. I get a bit more serious now, this feels wrong to laugh about. “The trials, they will be crazy” I say. Leanna looks at me softly. “I can’t imagine having to be part of that will be easy.” Leanna says squeezing my hand. Next week there are trials for the traitors captured at the Margam farm house. They caught Max the creepy twins trying to flee, amongest thers there. I was very reluctant to come face to face with them again but part of my role as Princess meant I had to attend and be part of it.

Shama ignored that woman. "I heard that your majesty is going to crown me as the princess of my clan. I am really happy about that. Thank you your majesty." Shama said looking at the emperor. "Yes, yes. That's for sure." The emperor agreed hesitantly and faked a smile. "But there is a small test before it." The emperor added. "Test?" Shama asked. "Yes, the ceremony will show if you really are really capable for being the crown princess or not. You have to go to the mountains. The legendary book says that there will be three tests for you. If you pass all of them you will gain the true power that is inside you."

“Today marks the beginning of an event that has not been seen in our kingdom for many generations—a Royal Entreaty, where men of all statuses may compete for the hand of our beloved Princess Isabella. This is not merely a courtship. It is a test of valor, wisdom, and honor. A chance for you to prove your worthiness, not just as suitors, but as future leaders of this great empire.” She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. “The Royal Entreaty will be conducted in five stages, each designed to challenge your strength, your intellect, your spirit, and your heart. These stages are not just trials for you as individuals, but also for the future that you represent. Only those wh

"That is a relief. You can take a break now and continue tomorrow." "Thank you, Your Majesty", she said and left. "Mother", Princess Leah called running towards The Queen. "My Princess. Do you understand all what you were taught?" "Yes, Mother. I learnt a lot about the Kingdom and the duties of a Princess." "That is good. Leah?" "Yes, mother." "How old are you now?" "I'm Eight years old, mother." "That's good. You know I always want you to be happy. No matter what it is that brings you happiness, I'll always get it for you even if I have to risk my life. Do you know why?"

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

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."

I scoffed, a bit offended as I realized most of the pack members bet on Ayesha and Lilith’s boxes but simply passed over my box without a second thought. “Now the rules of the bet are simple!” The councilman announced to the public. “This is just the trials so there’s no clear winner. The goal is just to advance to the contest. If your princess dies, you lose the bet.” His words sent a solemn murmuring across the crowd. “Now, let the trials begin!” I looked around suddenly nervous as the howling of wolves filled the arena. The princess stepped back from their royal wives leaving only the contestants in the arena with the councilman.

He grinned at her for a moment while chewing, before swallowing and delivering the good news, "The Queen will let you take the test. But there are updated conditions, due to your actions." Rhae moved to the sofa in the middle of the room and sat, waiting for Ambrose to continue. He walked and sat across from her, biting off the last piece of his fruit. "If you pass this final test, you will all have to train. You and Aynyra will have to learn to use your magic properly, while the boys will learn combat skills." Aynyra stood, "We can already use our magic." Ambrose chuckled, "You can do parlour tricks. Trust me, your abilities have much more potention, particularly you Princess."