What Is A Princess Carry Novels & Stories

Every single one. But I have no chance to process any of this as the Prince suddenly dips low, his shoulder pressing hard into my stomach. I gasp in sudden surprise and fear as he stands, lifting me high so that my front half dangles over his back, my legs kicking out in front of him for a moment before he wraps one steady arm around the back of my thighs. And starts to stride towards the exit. My gasp of shock turns into one of rage and embarrassment as I realize that the Crown Prince of Clythera is carrying me back to the palace like a sack of damn potatoes.

Nana states, grabbing hold of her before she could even enter. “I know, that’s why I’m taking this pathway,” Karilaya was enthusiastic as she had expected no one was moving around that part of the castle as it didn’t have many things that were of any use to soldiers. “Okay, I should be fine here,” she finally tells the three women after making sure that there was no one inside. The women were carrying buckets and mops as a way to get around without looking all too suspicious around the guards. “But my lady,” her nana was still not letting go, worried of the dangers that the princess might face ahead.

All the people present grow tired of waiting until finally, the first princess appears with her maids and attendants carrying a lot of bags. Taken aback by the first princess; luggage, the king orders a coachman to set up another carriage only for her excess and voluminous luggage. With everybody present and everything all set, the company finally starts moving. The captain of the knights and his men are on the lead. The carriage of the king and queen follows them. Then, the first prince, second prince, then the second princess’ luggage and knights on the rear. The caravan maintains a moderate pace as they head to their destination.

Merri pinched her puckered lips. "Who brought me here?" “The Crown Prince has princess carry you, Miss. He also looks after you by the bedside. But he just left due to urgent business, Miss." 'Hayden? Hah, really. I need to learn theatrics from him.’ "But Miss, I have something to tell you." "What is it, Merry?"

Sure enough, I stepped into the room because I feared that she may have hurt herself and there she lay on the floor, face down. “My Princess, is everything okay?" I looked at her and she wasn't blinking. Barely moving, even. You'd think she was dead. “My Princess, you need to get up." She didn't act like I was even there so I did what I always did with Ayra. I got on the floor and sat next to her. Gathering a whole lot of courage, I cleaned my sweaty palms on my pants and then placed my palm on her back. With that, I began tapping and stroking her hair. She raised her head up and looked straight at me. There were tears in her eyes and she looked so fragile and broken and everything in me wan

{AVELINE} "AVELINE, pour some tea into my cup!" Princess Octavia commanded. I immediately followed her order. I approached the table where the three princesses were sitting. I took the tea pot and carefully poured tea into her cup. She was busy admiring herself in her handheld mirror that she always carried everywhere. Before I could turn away, Princess Viviana grabbed my attention. "Aveline, bake us some cookies. I want to eat right now," she demanded.

He towers over the caravan on his hind legs, heaving with the excursion of attacking the first soldier. Another bear bounds from the forest and rams its shoulder into one of the horses, sending both it and it's rider to the ground. "We must go now, while they are distracted," Selma hisses grabbing the handle of the carriage and slowly opening the door. Trying to escape undetected is futile, as they exit the wagon in plain view of the bears. "Run," Selma shrieks and pushes Eliana forward. The Princess stumbles over her own feet and almost tumbles to the ground. She picks up her long dress and begins to sprint towards the forest, her long braid flowing behind her.

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

Before Thalia could ask him if he was mad and didn't want to help her, he masked his anger and pulled Thalia into his arms, carrying her like a princess. "You know, I could still walk." He turned and looked at her, the young lady always said that when he carried her in a princess style, so those words were not new to him but today, it's different she wasn't saying it because she wanted him to carry her but because she wants him to drop her.

REMY’S POV Hailey and Lacey rushed to open every door in the way as I carried the princess on my back to her room. They quickly opened the duvet and I finally dropped her on the bed, a deep sigh escaped my throat as I stared at the drunk princess who was busy nibbling on her tongue as if she was scratching it.