Who Made Me A Princess Side Story の小説・ストーリー

Rhae paused and stood at attention, presenting the Princess, still holding on tight to her wrist. "I found thePrincesss, I rescued her from a fighting ring where they had been holding her hostage. The fighting ring has been taken care of by my guild. As a reward for her return, I ask only for an audience with the King." Rhae spoke as diplomatically as she could, making sure to enunciate every word.

To make the princess happy, the prince came to Riveria alone to study under the Grand Marshal, becoming the Grand Marshal's only mentee. "After the Grand Marshal's death, he did his best to bring peace to Riveria. And today, the prince and princess are finally coming together now that everything's settled. "From now on, with the prince and princess walking hand in hand, Riveria will only get better!" Stephen's story also contained many made-up parts, but many guests, including his friends, were still moved to tears, unaware of the truth. "Stephen, you're amazing! You actually sought out the Grand Marshal in secret."

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.

The princess was again going contrary to the law in the kingdom was not a good deal for the prince itself. On the study area, the prince settled on his seat, with a crest on his forehead. When Shuna, the princess personal maid entered, there was a glare on the majesty’s face that it flinched her in fear. Shuna bowed before straightening up and handed the prince a rolled scroll. Jion coldly looked at it then to the maid before he received it and unrolled it at once. If added crests were even possible to appear on the prince’ face, maybe it will be showed noting how he almost wanted to crush the poor scroll using his bare hands.

Then it hit me—I must have dropped it while running for my life. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I freshened up, then picked out a dress from the collection of clothes William had gotten for me. I took a deep breath, feeling oddly more comfortable accepting favors from Victor—the dangerous billionaire—than from William, the bodyguard. After getting dressed, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my mind racing. 'Do you even believe him? Can you trust him?' I questioned myself. William had been lying to me since the day we met, yet here I was, believing this story about his boss—a man who was anonymously and selflessly in love with me. But then I remembered the sincerity in William's voice

There were murmurs through the audience at this. She explained that the lost Princess was raised on Planet S610 in safety. Until ten days ago when the planet was attacked. The lost Princess identity had been discovered and a team was sent to kill her. Again, gasps erupted from the crowd. However one of the Kings Guards, Captain Jay and his team got to the planet just in time to warn the planet and help them fight the intruders. The Princess had been saved. . . “Ziion this is your history but this isn’t where Ziion’s story ends as you have all been told. It continues on . . .”

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

The princesses that girls dreamed about did not exist. Life was a cruel fairy tale. Every girl wanted to be a princess, but they did not understand that being a princess was not just up to them. It depended on whether someone else saw them that way. It was a story that I had made up, so I did not need a book. I could say whatever I wanted. But since Cameron was listening to me, I felt a little embarrassed. My story must have been exciting because Rachel grew increasingly awake. She kept asking, “What happened next, Cassia?”

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.