Who Made A Princess Novels & Stories

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

His Majesty shed a few tears when he related the heartbreaking tale of how he and his sister were reunited. "Princess was the one who guided me into chanting and provided me with all the appropriate books," he claimed. The same guy also questioned my ability to manufacture my own elixir. when I had a blockage in my internal energy. The same Princess was responsible for making me a wealthy. She inspired me to start saving and counting in billions of dollars. Angel Barbara held my hand as Princess Justice MacLean encouraged me to ascend to the heavenly realms. She was the same person who devoted herself to conceiving our family's first set of twins when our royal family required more members.

“Dear princess, your hair is really very long and very beautiful,” praised a slave who was taking care of princess Chandra, the son of the old king King Edric (rich ruler). The princess smiled sympathetically. She tapped Min on the shoulder. The slave was surprised by what the princess did, so she smiled awkwardly. Although this princess is beautiful and very feminine when it comes to her hand, it is very easy.

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

“Call me Anne. I am not comfortable being addressed as a princess. My mother was just a gangster; I don’t think that makes her royalty.” Daisy’s gaze remained steady but her eyes could tell that she did not liked what Anne just said. “This island was her vision. She bought it, turned it into a separate nation and established it as a constitutional monarchy. Over a million people live here today and they declared her as their queen. She built this country from the scratch, and as her only heir, you are a princess. A real one.”

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

“Alright, Princess, lesson time.” “Lesson?” I echoed. “Yes,” she said with a grin. “We are teaching you how to speak English.” I frowned. “But I already speak English.” She waved her hand. “You speak fancy English. Royal English. Drama English. We need you speaking like a normal person. Not like a walking Shakespeare play.” “I do not know what a Shakespeare is,” I said slowly. “Is it a creature?” “No,” she laughed. “He was a writer.” “Was he royal?” I asked.

- What? I don't understand... - the king and queen don't know anything... Except my assistant who is the one who found you with the help of your last movie... - Oh I see... - From now on you are a princess... - A princess... She said with a dreamy look...

She approached the large window where King Lucius was standing and watching the princess training in archery in their castle's large garden. At a considerable distance from Princess Edith, a human model was made of wood and straw of her own inspiration, as she was got bored of the circular colored target. So, she asked, and they made this model for her, which had already been filled with arrows after so much practicing. Her technique was almost perfect in a relatively short time, as was her fencing too. The truth was that the archery was her big love. The princess had turned eighteen a few months ago. She had become a whole woman. With her strong, well-built body, long dark hair, and big blu