Who Made A Princess Novels & Stories

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

In this world, nothing made a woman feel more secure than money and power held in her own hands. With the privileges Princess Rosalie granted me, I took control of the kingdom's entire crystal and glass trade. I was now the wealthiest businesswoman in the kingdom. As for Prince Adrian, he didn't die. Princess Rosalie had turned him into a toad and kept him in the pond outside Mira's shop. Whenever customers complained about the prices, we would point at the toad and say, "See that? That's what happens when you try to get things for free."

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Joseph's voice turned cold as he said, "Who raised you to be such a delicate princess?" Elianna kindly explained, "Mr. Kensington, you must understand that only those who are not princesses but fantasize about being treated like one are said to have princess syndrome. I was born a princess, so how can there be such a thing as princess syndrome for me? If you want to blame someone, blame my grandfather, blame my father, blame my brothers who spoiled me like this." Joseph reluctantly used scissors to cut open the packaging, but his hand trembled and accidentally spilled half of it.

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

The princess was saved by the emperor's sister-in-law, and later disguised as a man to protect her nephew and revenge. Struggle for power and position, blood blade enemy, finally support nephew to ascend to the throne, and then restore women's clothing, becoming the first regent princess in history. Generally speaking, this setting is liked by both men and women. However, when I started to try on makeup, there was a problem. Kristen Oliver's looks can be charming, cold and pure, but she is just not heroic enough. Now, those women in the entertainment circle who pretend to be men are too foolish, and they are all fools as spectators.

They were excited to see the incredible scenery above their Kingdom directly. The Princess they had always considered useless. The Princess was a troublemaker and often humiliated the Kingdom. Now, no one else said such a thing. After what they saw, the lousy image Queenie had built for twenty years was gone. Bright River’s people only glanced at the Princess with admired glances. They adored Princess Queenie as an excellent future ruler. She was brave, and she was a dragon controller. After several decades, the Bright River Kingdom finally returned the Dragons to their side.

"Not the Princess everyone expects you to be. The obedient daughter, the forgiving fiancée and the woman who smiles even when her heart is bleeding." Her crimson eyes glistened. "I want you to become the Princess I was never brave enough to become." Elly couldn't speak. "A Princess who fights for herself." Levara's voice cracked as she swallowed painfully. "A Princess who doesn't forgive people simply because she loves them, a Princess who doesn't sacrifice herself just to keep everyone else happy." Elly stared at her in disbelief as her voice trembled. "So that means...I wasn't dreaming?" Levara said nothing. Elly's breathing became uneven as she looked around the darkness.

With that, I turned on my heel and walked away. I didn’t care what else he had to say. I didn’t need to hear it. Because in that moment, I wasn’t the princess he remembered. I wasn’t the daughter who begged for his approval. I wasn’t the girl who was supposed to smile and nod and obey. I was Elena Hart. And I was done letting people like him decide what anyone was worth.