When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

Day 2 The next morning Kat was greeted by Beeves and Boris in the Princesses apartments. Kat had done the night shift and they were to watch the Princess during the day while Kat got some sleep. The Princess was going to visit her Father this morning and all three of them would go as her protection. News had finally come in late last night that her father was out of surgery, but wasn’t out of the woods yet. His recovery would take months if he were to pull through. It had already been arranged that the Princess would go and see her Father at 9.20 this morning. Shimel had greeted Kat with a coffee and she had just finished it when the boys arrived.

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

I was only wearing a towel around my waist since I just came out of the shower. "You….You…" "Yes, princess? I didn't know you stutter." "Fuck you Madox! I don't! Put some damn clothes on so I can send you to hell properly!" There's the princess I know. With those words she stormed outside, probably to wait for me in the hallway outside the lockers. And all I could do was chuckle. This is all a weird way to show her any kind of affection, yes I know. But somehow so far it's the only thing I came up with when it comes to breaking down Valentina's walls. Many said she was the ice-hearted queen. But I think they were wrong. She didn't have a heart made of ice, it was just guarded with really hig

her mom said firmly as she stood up to grab Jamie by his arm and pull him up from the bed. "It's fine, Mom, really. His little stupid comment didn't affect me at all. After all, he is the one being taught how to fight by a puny mediocre man," Valentina said and Mrs. Sharpe let him go. "Valentina, you said the Palace was big but you didn't give specifics. It is really huge and beautiful. I am so proud of you." Then her mom came over to hug her yet again. Valentina laughed before responding. "Proud of me for bagging a Prince?" she asked.

A cold, venomous voice sliced through the air: “How dare you ask her anything?” A figure stepped forward — a princess. You could tell by her posture, her glittering blue - and - gold gown, the arrogant tilt of her chin. Her eyes pinned Valentina like daggers. “You’re getting too close to this one. I see it. You speak to her. You care, don’t you?” “No, my princess,” Valentina said, bowing her head. The princess turned to me. I hadn’t realized I’d whispered aloud: “My… princess?”

“When you see the truth of what you are, you will understand why you were taken. Why they feared you.” “Feared me?” I repeated. “Yes,” he said simply. “Because power frightens even those who love it.” Vittorio stepped forward, voice dark. “You’re done talking.” Mori nodded slowly. “For now.” He glanced back at the men behind him. “Leave her be. For now. But remember this, Princess — blood always calls home.” They began to walk away, fading into the fog like they were never there. Valentino exhaled, muttering, “That was creepy as fuck.”

I smiled, “—well, she’s making quite the empire for herself, isn’t she?” My grandfather’s grip tightened on the armrests of his wheelchair. I stood just then and with a casual flick of my fingers, smoothened my dress. “So tell me, Nonno. How much is this marriage really worth?” His silence was answer enough. I turned toward the door but before leaving, I glanced back at him over my shoulder with a smile that barely concealed my fury. “This time, I set the terms.” And with that, I walked out and left him to stew in the knowledge that the girl he once abandoned had returned—not to obey but to rule.

The princess was curled up on the recliner, reading a book. Valentine smiled and took time to admire the room while waiting for Alisa to notice her. It looked every bit princessy. Dolls, flowers, library, pillows, gold gold gold. "Val?" Princess Alisa's voice startled her. "Oh I'm sorry, your highness" Valentine bowed. Alisa flew into her arms. "You're okay?! Eric didn't hurt you" She loosened her grip and scanned Valentine for any injury. "He didn't hurt me" Valentine confirmed and Alisa grinned.