White Haired Princess Novels & Stories

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

I felt it was all my fault. “Aphrodite will pay,” I vowed, wiping my tears away. “I’ll hold you to that.” King Tirisil now matched his wife’s murderous glare, but at least I wasn’t the target any longer. Suddenly, the doors flew open and a woman with stark white, knee-length long hair, pale skin, and eyes like the moon hurried forward. She had a crown of the triple moon. The king handed her a letter.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

Not to mention, he can tug at those silky, ridiculously long locks of hair whenever he feels she’s being a brat on purpose. Speaking of which, clear gray eyes immediately took a quick scan of what the Princess was wearing today– A simple white dress, almost similar to the one she had been wearing on the day they first met… only this time, it was high-necked with wide, billowy sleeves and has the Royal Family’s insignia on front, worn over the same dark cloak she seemed to favor so much and a pair of sensible black shoes. To his relief, Jin released a sigh.

They greeted once more, their heads lowered at their average height. After shaking me up and making me all dizzy, he drops me on a sofa, taking his seat opposite me. He wipes off the blood on his neck with clothes, his well-sculpted abs coming into view. He was truly astonishing. “Welcome back, princess.” A lady in all white came in, the skull-made staff in her hands. She had white hairs, white eyelids, and white eye strokes, and judging from the combination, her wolf must be white. “The name is…”

It was news to her, she knew that black hair and eyes are rare and a possibility that a foreigner has it is near to none. “Yes, you know when I saw your black hair, it reminded me of that person, that is why I made that whim to have you as my attendant.” Whim she says? What if the person is not Denzell and an ordinary servant? That person must have died from the knight’s sword, the Princess really is evil at that fact. “So the Soka Kingdom has the same features as mine?” “...” She paused and thought deeply before answering Barrett, there seems to be another reason behind it.

The prince caught the slightest glimpse of Elissiana and pointedly kept his eyes off of her for a little longer. She looks good. Focus. Check out everything else first. His eyes kept moving, finding the king and queen. He nodded respectfully and approached the table. And then his eyes finally settled on the princess. She was stunning, like nothing he'd ever seen before. Everything was extraordinary, from the silver gown and pale white skin to the jewels in her hair. And her hair itself! He'd seen nothing like it, golden and wavy rather than the straight and black common to his home. Well, damn. I feel a bit underdressed.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.