Eileen Prince の小説・ストーリー

Andrew’s mumbled words fell between them; Elaine’s bread remained mostly uneaten in her palm. “Naomi- her name is Naomi Sher, and she’s fifteen.”

"Erm, Madam Helen," "Are you okay, you suddenly zoned out." "Yeah, I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about." Madam Helen stared at her unsurely before speaking. "Okay, if you say so. Well the prince requests to see you." That was when Eleanor looked up and noticed Killian standing by the door side, staring at her. "Oh, okay then, see you later Madam Helen." She said climbing down from the stool. "Of course, I'll come give you some herbs later on, bye."

King Loretto opens his mouth, ready to say something, when a new screen joins the call, surprising us once again. “Hello, everyone.” A feminine voice calls as the blank screen shifts to that of a female. “I am Princess Elizabeth Windsor, sister to that oaf Ronald. I would like to join this meeting if you will allow me to and help with the threat the shadows pose.”

I walk into the middle of the room and stop, not sure why but having a feeling that my Mother was up to something, especially after what Zane had told me over the link. I stand with my hands clasped behind my back and wait, the doors at the other end of the room soon open and I watch Zane enter and walk down the small set of steps to the landing. With the way he is walking, I know that he has someone walking next to him and that he is purposely keeping her hidden from everyone in the room. I hear Sebastian over the speakers again “PLEASE WELCOME, PRINCE ZANE AND INTRODUCING, PRINCESS ELIZABETH SHADE-RIVER OF THE WERECAT PRIDES.”

The crowd roared together. Princess Dohana grimaced even more, daring not to look at him in the face. The Prince had an evil smile on his face. "Queen Mother, shall my wife sit next to this Prince?" The Queen Mother looked up at Dohana and as her eyes twitched, signalling for Dohana to agree. Princess Dohana stayed rooted on her seat, resolute not to move. The Queen Mother returned an embarrassed grin at the Prince and said, "dear Prince, my daughter is shy, let her have a few drinks and she will accompany the Prince to seat together."

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

My eyes turned to slits as I glared at her in annoyance. "Eileen, I don't know what you told them. But you should know that Killian wouldn't fall for it. He isn't Gabriel," The last line seemed to anger her, the veins on her forehead popping. She stormed towards us, flashing her phone at Killian's face. "See! This is Ruelle's true colors. She goes out and sleeps with men while pretending to be a good wife at home," Eileen screeched and I frowned in displeasure. The video was taken earlier today after the competition, it was me in the alley pressed up against a man

ELEANOR SWEENEY: SWEENEY Prince Darlon Night fell over the palace, but the tranquility it promised seemed like a distant dream. The main hall was full of whispers and laughter, all directed at the new guest: Eleanor Sweeney, my distant cousin. Tall, imposing, and with a smile that seemed to contain secrets, she had arrived with the air of someone who already owned everything, even what wasn't hers yet.

I squirmed to lie on my back on the bare tiles,my eyes didn't seize to just do badly. “Oh my…. chosen mate!!. You look so……you don't look good!!”. Princess Elena barged in with her servants from the night blaze pack..she wore a black skirt that was hanging on her tie,a singlet and flat slippers to match. Her hair was packed in a ponytail,with so many beads on it which clearly relates to the message of her being the princess from the night blaze pack.. “Don't touch me!!”. I warned,when I saw how she advanced towards me with hurried steps.

for HIM. The princes greeted me with the usual flattery and courtly words, but I heard little of their pleasantries. My eyes darted from one face to another searching for green eyes or a bandaged arm. Prince Aric had green eyes but slender frame couldn’t be that of the man who held me strongly last night. Moving on, I found myself face-to-face with Prince Gilbert of Suncrest. His eyes, too, gleamed a rich green, though they lacked the intensity that had haunted my dreams. He was impeccably formal.