Aria Princess 소설 & 이야기

He stopped laughing the minute he took a look at my face, instantly composing himself he turned back to Zachary, "As of 8pm last night Annalise Elisabeth Shaw became the next in line for the crown, instantly making her Queen of the Vampire empire, even if she didn't know, she is the last blood relative of the reining King and Queen, so you see Zackie boy this fight is null and void",

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Aria I sat up, surprise flicked past her eyes, her lips curled slightly, “Alright, you’ve got me princess” she smiled. “So what do you want to do now?” “fight, obviously" “Well, I'm not opposing you princess, while it's quite brave, it's still a fool's journey,” she shrugged. Knock. The door swings open and a figure walks in, wearing a long overall gown, “Miss Mika, princess” she greeted My eyes went from her to Mika, I looked at Mika questioningly,

The lady said in a gentle voice. Kiara narrowed her eyes and looked at the sales girl and said in a domineering manner"Well if that's the case, I am gonna take it". She walked forward and touched the dress but her hand was slapped away by a socialite who was known as Erica Sampson, the only child and pampered princess of Mr Daniel Sampson who was into construction and building. Adjusting her dress like a peacock Erica looked at Kiara in disdain and said "I am taking this dress with me, so go look for another".

I turned my fury on Macro. I splattered paint across his ceilings, floors, walls, and all his expensive furniture. And he grabbed me in the bathroom, pulling me tight against his chest, his hot lips pressing against the side of my neck. "Sera... be a good girl." Sera? My parents hadn't called me that since Karen came home. They would only ever yell my full name, Seraphina. A sharp ache hit me, and I returned his kiss, turning all my resentment and pain into wild, urgent desire.

Seeing this, Carissa didn't press her and instead chatted casually, asking, "What's your name? How long have you been serving Grand Princess Lisandra?" "My name is Aria," the maid answered. "I've served Her Highness since I was 11. It's been 12 years now." "I never would've guessed you were 23. I thought you were only 17 or 18. Your name is lovely," Carissa complimented with a smile. "Her Highness chose my name," Aria replied softly. "I see." Carissa noticed Aria kept glancing toward the inner chamber, as though she were anxious to return. "Aren't you supposed to be attending to Her Highness? Is she settled?"

Then she leaned in a little and said: “Look, Iris… that beautiful girl over there is Princess Sophia, Prince Kevin’s fiancée.” I looked in the direction Maya pointed, where a girl was standing next to him tall, with long silver hair reaching the middle of her back. Her skin was very pale, and her eyes shone calmly. I sighed and said: “She’s very beautiful.” Maya said with a smile: “Yes, she is. She’s our princess.” Then I suddenly exclaimed in surprise: “But she doesn’t look like you! She doesn’t have green skin or a strange appearance!” Maya laughed and said:

“This cannot exist.” Aria slowly lifted her head. When she looked at him, something fundamental had changed within her. There was no rage or vengeance, only calm certainty. For the first time in her life, she no longer appeared to be someone apologizing for taking up space in the world. She stood straight, calm, and immense. Ancient power moved quietly beneath her skin with complete control and no trace of chaos. The southern king whispered hoarsely, “What are you?”

Sira and Ira were also witnessing the scene in the water. "Get up!" she commanded just like how her father, commanded his subjects. Katrina got up at once. "Arianna, your real name is Ariya and you are a princess of the white wolves pack!" Jon started which made Princess Ariya stare at him. She blinked her eyes as she wiggled her legs that were hanging on the edge of the bench. "When you came to us it was in the middle of the night and you were shining like a star. Your eyes were bluish-purple and your hair was candy corn. These tiara and the pendant were inside of this gold linen!"

"That little kid who fell in the water... that was you?!" The tips of Alexander's ears flushed. "Yes." "I've been looking for you for ten years." Sophia suddenly laughed. "But you were only twelve then, and I was sixteen. I'm four years older than you." She raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't even had my first crush, and you were already in love?" Alexander looked at her, his gaze clear and earnest. "Princess, do you want the truth?" "Go on." "Because you were like an angel," he said softly. "You saved me, and you were so gentle. You made me believe there was still light in the world."