เจ้าหญิง 소설 & 이야기

"Amaira snap out of this.. this is you .. can't you see he's the bad person." There was a sudden movement in her eyes which was scary and chilling, but she suddenly replied. "I'm Abigail. Princess of witches.. and Jason is my bestowed partner. I will be Queen and he will be my king… " she said these words like she was being manipulated to say them, lifelessness in her eyes and no emotions to her words as she looked at him. "What did you do to her?!" Raiden asked in rage. Jason just shrugged with a smirk on his face.

Aynyra stood in her dressing room, waiting as one of her servants stitched together a dress that fitted her. It was a special occasion, after all. Her father, the King, was convinced to hold a commemoration ball for the late Queen. Who was he convinced by? None other than Rhaenyx Maltalor, who had disguised herself as a member of Amiran guild named Nira, who serves the King as a specialised group of warriors.

Doutina Royal Air's managing director is her. Barb, Angelina, Prof Rosaline, Prof May, Dr Pretty leeward, and Angel Liticia were introduced by her. She stated that we are not identical twins. In our haze. It's a Princess and a Prince situation. The Princess is the senior, while the Prince is the junior. The empress of the Indo-Continent is Princess. Let us extend a warm welcome to Princess Justine Justice MacLean. As she stood to drop her head, she was praised.

You didn't have to put it that way. Ban: Hehe. Anyway I want to ask you something. You were known to be this school princess and since I stuck with you I was known as the school prince. Then I heard there was someone in the elite class who was also Lord Drago's daughter ranking as the top student. I heard rumors of a QUEEN in this school and at that time I thought it was you. But now I am thinking it's someone else, isn't it? Kiri: You should have asked about these things sooner. Yes. There is a queen in this school. And she is also Lord Drago's Daughter. Now ranking as the top student, Feyla Soberta.

Something steady. She smiles. Kindly. “I am Queen Viola,” she says. Queen. I straighten slightly, forcing myself to respond. “I am… Kiana.” The name feels strange now. Like it no longer belongs to me. “Princess Kiana,” I correct quietly. “And this is Fiona,” I add, gesturing slightly. Viola’s expression softens. “It is a pleasure,” she says. I try to smile. I really do. But it does not reach my eyes.

Not haHazelNot blue. Gold. I looked like something out of a fiction book. LiAs’d walked straight out of some ancient story people only whispered about. No wonder everyone kept staring at me. Still rattled, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around me. Cassie stood there, smiling like nothing was off. “You look wonderful,” she said warmly. “Here, wear this. The kings have requested your presence for lunch.” She held up a sleek black gown, clearly expecting me to just… go with it.

The palace gates had not stood this tense in years. Guards lined the walls in double ranks, spears gleaming in the afternoon sun. Banners fluttered above, the silver wolf of her family’s crest snapping in the breeze. From the balcony above the courtyard, Elara’s breath clouded faintly against the cool air. Her palms gripped the railing, hidden by the folds of her gown. She forced her shoulders back, her chin high, every inch the princess she was expected to be.

“Besides, I can promise no male is going to touch you.” I raise an eyebrow and turn to Kale. His eyes widen in surprise as I grab the back of his head and slam my lips to his. I feel Farrah and the Zachs wanting to interfere, but they can’t go against the Royal Command. I pull away from Kale, who is smiling widely. He holds me close. “My name is Princess Ariella Maria Rosa Zillard, daughter of the King,” I stand straight as I tell them. Their eyes go wide, and they seem to be mindlinking among themselves.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.