Youngest Princess Novels & Stories

she asked her maid again who smiled and gave an outright ‘no’ There are four princess left in the palace and from what she know Zoey is the most capable and chanced of all four so if she didn’t plan her way now she might end up bowing to her youngers again, having to pay respect and stoop up to someone younger than her sucks a lot and she has always wanted to also be in that position where everyone respects her and do anything to get her good side and now is the chance she won’t let this golden opportunity pass her by she has to make sure she get to the top in the royal family.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

As soon as I step out of the room, I spot Miranda with a tray in her hands. "Morning, Miranda." I shout. She stops walking and spins around, a huge grin forms on her face as she spots me. "Good morning, Emma." She greets while walking in my direction. "Where are you heading to?" I ask looking at the tray. "Oh, to Royal Aliza." She says. As per the information given to me, Royal Aliza is the second youngest child of the Royal family. Youngest is Jacob, King is the eldest and Royal Jack is after King.

Iapetus continued. "But the person he is in contact with is also interesting." Metis pulled out one of the papers for Erebus. "Arya Woolf." Erebus squinted his eyes at the picture and murmured. "Yes, the youngest princess, born by our new Queen." Iapetus said while exchanged a look with Metis, "We have been gathering information around the Queen for a while, and Prince Charles and Princess Arya are VERY close, according to what we know." "That's very interesting." Erebus said. But his frowning and dark voice was saying otherwise.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

" All those who didn't raise their hands left the room, confusion on their faces. We had discussed what the King planned on doing, and he felt this was the best way. "Ok, now I have some news that I would like to impart on you." The King said. "You all know of, or have learned about the fact my daughter went missing when she was three months old?" People nodded and listened intently. "Well, it was discovered that she dies 19 years ago. I won't give you the details, as we are still looking into it, but my little Laire grew into a beautiful woman and was blessed with a daughter." There were gasps around the room. "I would like to introduce you to the reason you have been brought here, and the

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

What right do you have to interrupt me when I'm talking to my daughter? Rachel pointed at herself in disbelief. "Me? A bodyguard?" Rachel's status was slightly higher than Larissa's. Larissa was adopted by the duke, and Rachel was adopted along with her. Later, she was taken in by the Queen of Sisilia Island, becoming her adopted daughter. So in truth, Rachel's official title was Princess Rachel of Sisilia Island. But, her friends did not care about titles and had never brought it up. Unexpectedly, through Ethan, Rachel, the dignified royal princess, had become a lowly bodyguard.

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

"Oh, they'll be fine, Zuu. Just give it some days." She smiles and looks at me. "The princes are every female Noble’s dream. No one has ever said ‘no’ to them. You are the first." I shrug. "They're better off without me." And I mean those words in a literal sense.