The Princess Weiyoung Novels & Stories

Her heart thumped furiously and she could not help but speak in a much gentle voice. "You may rise " Hearing her gentle not to mention Shen Xinyi even Shen Miao who had been silently enjoying the banquet,looked up .What had happened to the princess wasn't she an Imperial Tomboy? from where did this gentle lady came ? Shen Xinyi and Shen Miao might have been confused but The Seventh Prince and the sixth prince didn't, they were very clear of their sister's liking and Vice general Shen Qi definitely fill into this criteria. Shaking their head they could only make their way towards Feng Tian Ge and the others.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

She had just appeared one day with Ashara. “I am from Diyet Noyr, Princess,” she said quietly. “When your army passed through my town, I joined.” “Why?” I wondered. I did not get the sense from her that she was comfortable with me, nor a willing maid. “Well, princess, my brother joined the army, and he is my only family,” she began to weave my hair into two braids. “Ashara said that I could serve you. A maid to the future queen of Uyan Taesil is a good position for an orphaned village girl, like me,” she sounded uncertain. “I hope that I please you, princess.”

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

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.

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.”

"Now that General Gongsun of Caiwong has retreated, we see this as our debt being paid to Wei. The boy king made a deal with our queen." "The crown prince of Caiwong is in political prison in Wei . . . then why is this maidservant who served as his former wife important to anyone. She's reading quietly in my study while preparations are being made." "How many women did the crown prince bring other than her?" "Her name is Yu Nuan, it will be Tang Nuan soon enough. You can call her that now if you'd like. I intend to make it official quickly." The envoy smiled. "The lion of Jungpi only belongs to Jungpi. Not to Wei. Not to Caiwong. Not to General Tang or any man who is not decided by t

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.