เจ้าหญิง 소설 & 이야기

Joshua was talking to me, so I couldn't concentrate on his words, but I could hear him giving information about the two girls standing in front of me. "This is Lady Rachel, she's King William's favourite daughter, but she can't be an Alpha if she becomes your mate. But don't be mistaken, the girl next to her seems to be Lady Rachel's maid, brought by King William when he rescued the girl from the evil deeds of a human prince, whose kingdom I forget," Joshua whispered a few minutes ago.

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

An older woman runs in behind the king, she's clad in a bright blue and pink dress that has too many ribbons in front off, hair packed into a bun that looks way too tight. Her eyes locks on Belle and she looks.…disappointed? “I'm sorry my Prince!” The woman bows so low, Belle can almost imagine how bad her back hurts at night. “This is Isabella, the new maid.” She glances at her. “She was supposed to set your bath this morning..”

she stammered. The woman dipped into a practiced bow. “I am Seraphine Elara, royal attendant of the Endymion Empire. Assigned to your service, Princess.” Princess Alessia Endymion. The words made her stomach drop. “I’m not a princess,” Luna said instinctively. “My name is—” She stopped. Her name is Luna Janus Jayson. She is dead and gone. She remembered the cold floor. The cracking mirror. The warmth that brushed her fingers. The voice was calling her.

Her eyes glowed softly with grace that demanded respect. It was none other than the queen of the fairies. Beside her stood a young woman, her daughter, who looked equally enchanting with golden curls and bright emerald eyes. “Who is she?” “That’s the queen,” Theo murmured in awe. “And the girl?” Celina asked quietly. “Princess Amara,” Ronan answered. “Her heir.” Jace, who had been staring longer than he probably should have, let out a quiet whistle. “Damn. She’s…” He paused, looking a bit lost for words. “…beautiful.”

I forced my head down, avoiding Fiona's piercing gaze and the burning stares from the other women behind me. “My Prince.” His lips twitched, like my reaction amused him. Of course it did. Everything about him screamed danger wrapped in charm. “Come over here,” he gestured and I froze. I glanced at Fiona desperately for help. I didn't really need to because she was already speaking. “My Prince, she is just my handmaid,” she informed him with a small laugh. “She is not even a candidate. Surely, you can't mistake someone of her class as a choice for the King.”

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

I had no patience. “I am Krysta Bronzetail, matron of the house.” She didn’t shudder once. “And who might you be? Guards!!!” She called out. “I am Princess Elentari Tirisil, future Goddess of the Night, sister in law to Eliza Bronzetail, the first daughter of House Bronzetail.” I spoke slowly and clearly. “So tell me, how are you the matron of House Bronzetail when you look as if you are only two or three years older than Eliza?”

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.