When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I slammed my fists against the table. Madison entered, and I turned away. We hadn’t spoken since I returned from Moonhaven Castle. She had been forlorn and mopey. I didn’t have time to deal with her insecurities. Having found out Sarah was a vampire Princess, I had been set to marry. She locked herself in her room.

I cursed under my breath, halting mid-step. Before I could follow, Dominic clapped his hands loudly, bringing the room to a hush. “I’ve been waiting for a guest who's finally here,” he announced with satisfaction. Almost suddenly, the doors opened, and in swept a man dressed in a pristine white suit, a young woman gliding at his side like a dark jewel. “Signore Valenti,” Dominic greeted warmly. The woman beside him was striking with dark eyes, a proud smile, and hair flowing like ink. I recognized her instantly as a princess dressed in velvet elegance.

No one stopped her this time. Vincenzo’s grandfather stood rigidly at the end of the aisle, his face a mask of pure fury and loss. He didn’t say a word. Maybe he realized, finally, that there was nothing left he could do. His empire—the one he valued more than blood—was already slipping from his grasp. Valeria walked back to me, her eyes shining with triumph. “Told you,” she said under her breath with a wink. “Never doubt a princess.” I let out a small, shaky laugh, wiping at my tears. “Thank you.”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

His voice was a deep baritone that sounded like smooth velvet. "King Killian. Queen Isabella," Prince Aelion spoke, his amber gaze sweeping respectfully over us before drifting over to lock directly onto Valerie. A tiny smirk touched the corner of his lips. "And you must be Princess Valerie. I have heard quite a lot about your... colorful personality." Valerie blinked rapidly, her face instantly turning bright red as she snapped her fan shut with a sharp clack. "Prince Aelion," Valerie stammered, catching herself quickly and throwing her shoulders back with forced royal poise. "Welcome to the capital. I trust your long journey was... tolerable, considering how much talking your attendants mu

“Good. Then you will understand why Grandfather has always trusted me.” “I am glad he trusts you.” She seemed surprised by my calm reply. “You think you've won something,” Helena laughed angrily. "But you haven’t. The prince is coming for Valeria. She’s been trained for this her whole life. She knows how to charm, how to impress. You...” She paused. Her smile turned smug. “You’ve been in some backwater pack your whole life. You don’t know how to talk to royalty. You’ll embarrass yourself, and everyone will see exactly what you are… A worthless trash who doesn't belong here.”

] Two weeks after I returned, Julian found the estate. I was in the rose courtyard reviewing foundation documents when a guard came in. "Miss Valenti, Captain Hayes is at the outer gate." My pen didn’t pause. "Tell him to leave." "He says he only needs five minutes." Dante, standing by the fountain, smiled without humor. "I can give him five seconds." I signed the last page. "No. Let him in as far as the courtyard. I want this finished once." Julian entered under escort. He looked thinner. His shirt was wrinkled, his jaw rough with stubble, and the easy confidence I used to mistake for strength had cracked. He stopped when he saw me seated beneath the rose trellis with Dante behind me and tw

Finally, he raised his head and stared at her, "I don't hear a question there, Scarlett." "It just baffles me, Your Majesty. Why you should let your slave move into the Royal Quarters...into Princess Aliya's bedroom...and the slave also happens to be King Valen's daughter." "I didn't move King Valen's daughter to that bedroom. I moved veroni." He reached out for a new scroll and unfolded slowly. He laid it down on the table and scrutinized it thoughtfully.

In late spring, the crabapple blossoms outside the window bloomed brilliantly in clusters. I had passed out at James's place. When I woke up, I was already back at the Landry mansion. The enemy princess, Hallie Perez, came specifically to see me. She looked different from the people of Valoria, with striking, three-dimensional features—a very beautiful appearance. "I heard General Landry went through a lot of trouble to marry you back then." Holding my teacup, I remained silent.