Eileen Prince 소설 & 이야기

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Then, I see a photo of a teenage Elijah standing next to a beautiful woman with blond hair. She looks older than Elijah, is wearing an elegant, formal outfit, and looks graceful. Elijah is standing slightly away from her, smiling shyly. They are in a garden, which I assume is in the castle. “Who is she?” I mutter curiously. I pulled out the photo and examined it closely. The back has elegant handwriting: Princess Imogen Shillingford with Elijah William. Why doesn’t Elijah have a prince’s title? Isn’t he the heir to the throne?

Helen cast a covert glance at Carissa, who appeared relaxed. A faint smile graced her lips. It was undeniable that Carissa's face was exceptionally beautiful, radiating a clear and refreshing charm. Helen's curiosity was piqued. "Aren't you afraid of Grand Princess Eleanor?" Carissa responded with a question of her own, "Why should I be afraid of her?" "She’s the grand princess, the current king's aunt. Even the late king was lenient with her. She controls at least half of the political connections in the capital. Her words alone can tarnish your reputation overnight," said Helen.

“And that's worse.” “She trusted me... with you.” “Don't.” The prince's voice dropped to a warning. “Don't you dare speak like she tethered us together. She was the only thing that held me together. And now... now she's gone, and I'm barely still breathing.” “She wanted you to live,” Nikolai said. “She wanted me to LET GO,” the prince spat. His hands trembled. “You know what her last words were? Not ‘I love you.’ Not even ‘forgive me.’ Just…” he broke, voice brittle, “LET HIM IN.”

It was taking so long and her neck was hurting so much, "Oh hail the magnificent and pristine Prince Caspian and his maiden guest Princess Nadia from Gloucester." Aurora felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold ice bucket of water on her, Caspian the Caspian she served as the prince. How had she not known this? Why had Madam Beatrice not told her? This was not known knowledge as to whom the Prince was and it was only a few who knew. It was all her fault for not doing research as to whom he was, Aurora had of course known that he held an important position but not that high.

She stood up and slipped her shoes back on as Caleb took her hand and pulled her into the crowd. “Well that was rude” Ember told Caleb. “I know, I’m sorry, but that was Prince Torin. He is known to be quite the player and I just didn’t want him adding you to his list. I am sure having an heir and future Luna on it would be just up his ally. That and you are the most beautiful person in this room just makes it easier for him.” Caleb explained. He looked around and pulled her into a shadowed corner, away from all the eyes.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

, Aileen said with a smug expression on her face, he hands folded. “I have clearly…” “How would you know when you cannot see?”, Cedric cut her off. “That is very rude of you…”, the lady began but she was cut off by Cedric. “If your nasty eyes could actually do what they are meant do you would see you are not talking to just anyone but Cedric Javaid…” “Prince Cedric Javaid the I, heir to the throne of Salvador and the king’s conquered domains”, Aileen interjected. The old lady gasped for she had heard the tales of their evil deeds, “Please I apologize my prince but I do not have apples to give”, she slowly got to her feet and used her hand to feel around, then she got down on her knees, “I be

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.