Romans & histoires Who Made Me A Princess Spoilers

I thought at one point I had to run to the bathroom to throw up, but after taking small breaths, I recompose myself. After almost two hours I looked at myself in the mirror, I had something new, my wedding dress and something blue, old and borrowed, a sapphire tiara part of the heirloom. I can't deny they did a marvelous work but my heart and soul were elsewhere and I just felt like a shell of my former self. “There Princess, we are done. You look spectacular,” she bowed, the other girls followed suit when suddenly the doors opened and none other than the Dark Prince made an appearance.

She glanced at me, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but I am trying to get you to see the bigger picture, young Princess.” I nodded. I now have more to think about than I ever thought I would. “I will think about it, but now I gotta get some shut-eye. Next stop, coronation bullshit…” Alke laughed at me and shook her head, heading out of the room, looking for the nearest pixie to tell her where her dress went. My phone started buzzing. All the females were texting in our group asking where the dresses came from. Liza: This golden dress is magnificent! There are sun’s all over it! Which one of you beauties are responsible for this? *Picture*

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

Without warning, he stops beside the bed, getting down on one knee and bowing his head towards me. "Welcome home, my Princess." The air in the room became thin and I find it growing harder to breath. This man must have the wrong girl as I was not Royalty. Everyone knows that the rebellion killed the King and Queen fourteen years ago and that their daughter, the Lost Princess, has been missing for all these years. The Princess has another eight to appear before the Regent and his family can assume the title of the next Royal Family.

I asked, now filling my plate with a bit of everything. "he's at his friend's house. we wanted to talk to you..." my mum added. I looked between them, they both were hiding something "guys just spill it..." my dad spoke first, "we'll you know Terry who I work with, his daughter is a maid in the Royal House. They heard about this contest... The Princess Game... a few days before the news broke today... so.." "we put your name down" my mum interjected. I scoffed, choking harshly on the potatoes.

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."

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.

“You can vouch for her?” the Queen asked. “She did this.” “She did,” Prime Beta confirmed. The Queen looked over to me. She pulled the ribbon away from Ophelia, where she had been about to pin it to Ophelia’s lapel. “You did this?” she asked me. “Yes,” I said. “Then you are the winner, Luna Princess,” the Queen said. The crowd looked at each other. Only a few started to cheer. My vision grew dark once more and I swayed on the horse’s saddle. Between one long blink and the next, I started to fall.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

It surprised her to realize how much pain that poem brought her and how much she could relate to the princess. However, it also left her feeling sad for she didn’t want to end up the same as the princess. That was partially the reason she distanced herself from all; she didn’t want to be betrayed. He chuckled lightly as he saw her looking so confused at his actions. “Yes miss, you were crying while reading that book.” Siana was surprised at that for it seemed as if he just read her mind but she ignored that thought in no time cause that whole situation was already a lot for her to take.