The Princess Weiyoung Cast Novels & Stories

The high priest pointed his finger at me and the executioner pulled my hair, forcing me to raise my head. People shouted insults and cursed me, among other terrible things. The cold rain soaked my face and mixed with my tears and blood. My whole body ached and exhaustion was quickly taking hold of me. I could barely keep my eyes open due to the lack of food and water. All I wanted was for it to be over soon so that I could rest. "After days of trial, it has been proven that Princess Camellia's actions involved witchcraft and treason against our benevolent Emperor." I started laughing uncontrollably at those words, and everything fell silent.

“Honestly, if you wanted to pretend to be still out, you could have at least kept your breathing even.” “Are we sure she’s a spy?” “Who are you? What do you want?” I reached for my dagger but one of them lifted it and waved it. “It’s not even silver,” one of them said. “And it’s poorly made. I didn’t think the alpha king would let his little princess be so unprotected.” The other one chuckled. “It was surprisingly easy to snatch you of the street. Not a bit of a defense in you.” “It’s like she doesn’t know…”

Then smiled wider. “Oh,” she said softly. “You will not be a princess.” Liniluna tilted her head. “No.” A small pause. “After you,” she continued, “I would rather be the next queen.” Kael’s attention sharpened, not in alarm, but approval. “A reasonable succession plan,” he said. As Aelira laughed quietly, the sound dissolving the last formality from the room. Plans were spoken of carefully after that. Not declarations. Intentions. “We will request an audience with your parents within the week,” Kael said. “Properly.”

I let the threat hang in the air. "I’m sorry, sir. I’ll call the governor right away," Alex said hurriedly. "You should," I replied, ending the call. I got ready for my dinner with Sophia, instructing the maids to deliver an emerald dress I’d picked for her. I knew it was her favorite color, and I couldn’t wait to see her in it. As I waited in the living room, Sophia’s voice drew my attention. "Thank you so much, William. This dress is beautiful," she said, and I looked up.

Not haHazelNot blue. Gold. I looked like something out of a fiction book. LiAs’d walked straight out of some ancient story people only whispered about. No wonder everyone kept staring at me. Still rattled, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around me. Cassie stood there, smiling like nothing was off. “You look wonderful,” she said warmly. “Here, wear this. The kings have requested your presence for lunch.” She held up a sleek black gown, clearly expecting me to just… go with it.

“What’s happening out there?” Ottai moved to join him. “Perhaps our people are holding one of their celebrations—” The door burst open,slamming against the stone wall with a loud crack. Wegai strode in, his face even more grim than usual. "The princess," he said, his voice tight. Daemonikai turned sharply. "Emeriel?" His brows knitted together. "What’s happened?" "The princess…" Wegai hesitated for a second. "she has been shot." The room fell into a stunned silence.

Honestly she envied him. - Are you going to stand there or are you going to decide to go back? The young woman was abruptly drawn from her contemplation by the sultan. She breaks her smile and becomes serious again. She approached him as once again she was about to walk amidst a horde of maids and servants, her. Just a movie actress. She was going to walk like a real princess among her subjects... Like a real princess. She couldn't help but smile as her heart raced. It was the best role of his life. She walked confidently beside the Sultan..

Two of them were a part of the four that checked on her. "Oh look it's the Princess." one said. "You best be glad that you got yourself a Prince." "And you best count your days. Because I can guarantee you won't be alive in the next week." she bit back. He got up from the couch and walked towards her. "Huh? What'd you say bitch?" Aurora sneered. "God you smell like a dog house. It would be a good thing to kill you after all." "What?!" "Cut it out," Caden said and glared at the man.

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

Every eye is desperately looking to the Bowl of fire. "Princess of Pearls" the smog face yelled another name, on hearing that, A girly groups started shouting in excitement and hugged their princess she turned into a pearl and flew to the stage. All eyes turned to the 22 years old beautiful rose white princess, she is damn beautiful. She looked sizzling in her pink cloak, she has beautiful black eyes and long black wavy hairs, her tall perfectly curved figure can stunt any man around. everyone finds her fragile to be a participant in this hardcore competition, but no one can't oppose the decision of the Bowl of fire.