Youngest Princess Novels & Stories

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.

She has two children; Prince Carlos and Princess Valeria. Princess Artha is the youngest grandchild of Empress Pruthvi whom she never met. As Emperor Dheema did not have daughters, he cherished the two girls very much. But Artha was his favorite. Emperor Dheema did not approve Artha's request to marry Edgar because he thought that she was too young (Artha was 19 years old then.) But he eventually gave permission to Artha because he did not want to hurt her.

If Queen Mavice could have another child, she would not need to worry about losing her power. “The princess is only seventeen years old. She is still a minor, so her future is full of possibilities.” Adina smiled. “Your Majesty, as long as you’re willing to give her a chance to prove herself, I believe that the princess will grow up and become an honorable queen.” “There is no point even if I give her a chance,” said Queen Mavice sadly. “The cabinet has already proposed. If she can’t set an example as a princess before she is eighteen, she will be disqualified from competing for the throne.”

I said thoughtfully. "Yes." She snapped her fingers. "It would be something like Avalyn Aine Alvarez-Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Princess of the Faye kingdom, and Queen of the Mozog Kingdom," she said and grinned at me like a proud mother. "My baby has grown so much." She wiped a fake tear from her eye and hugged me. I hugged her back, laughing. I really have come a long way. "But we have to keep me being a princess or being a faye a secret. No one should know about it," I said. I knew she would never tell a soul but I was just worried.

Grabbing the king by his collar, he slammed him against the wall, pressing the sword’s blade to his throat. “I’m not asking twice.” Hudson’s voice was a deadly whisper as he pressed the blade harder, drawing a thin line of blood. Albert finally fell silent, his rage contained only in his glare. “ Speak !!” Hudson demanded. Selena’s cheeks were wet with tears as she struggled to breathe, her mind reeling. The weight of her secret, the lies she had woven, came crashing down on her. With a trembling voice, she finally spoke, her gaze fixed on the floor. “I… am the youngest princess of Germany. .

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.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

We only based our mafia business here because the location of this country is a perfect place to get away from the radar of the international authorities. “And I was actually planning to deny that woman’s appointment when I heard that she is working with JFCC but something got me curious.” I turned to him. “When did you become involved with the youngest princess of Hexoria Kingdom?” Clea Mair… I was aware of her real identity when I first saw her face at SweetHeart. She is part of the Azaria Clan, the youngest daughter of the current king of this country, and has been arranged to marry my eldest brother in the Reveni Empire.

He was a super warrior and Dimitri was sure he would lead the armies of both clans in future. Myra Whitaker La Gualias, age 7, princess of both clans (named after Dimitri's mother). She was yet to demonstrate her skills as she was too young and spoiled. Samara Whitaker La Gualias, age 7, princess of both clans (named after Kira's mother's original name). Twin of Myra, and again, too spoiled. Artho Whitaker La Gualias (shortened name of Dimitri's father), age 2, youngest price of both clans, and most adored of all.

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess