Princess Ella's Romane & Geschichten

“Yeah, if you have time could you get someone to look into Nanny Elsbeth, there must be a connection between what she knew and the ship showing up for Mia. “Well actually, I hope you don’t mind but I have Shimel and Lacy on that, they wanted to help and we are a bit stretched. There are so many leads to chase up. I’m not sure if they will find anything but at least they should have found most of the vital documents to look through and that should save us time” “No that’s a really good idea, any news on the Kings recovery. “Jay I don’t think he has much time left. That’s my gut feeling. I could tell that his heart has an irregular beat.” “I wonder how his passing will affect everything, proba

she shouted. "Long live the King!" the gathered crowd repeated. The Princess was wearing a long, beautiful black dress with a high collar and a deep neckline. I would say that it was a luxurious mourning dress if it wasn't so damn sexy. Certainly, my pearl white dress with simple lace ornaments couldn't match her elegance. Elora's gaze was on Sariel alone. It was typical for her to ignore me, but this time it was more irritating than ever. She looked like she was seducing Sariel right in front of my eyes.

We assisted her in closing the door. "I've never met beautiful princesses before. Can I call you Big Sisters?" Ella replied she had not seen an adorable princess like her. Her cheeks turned red. Self-restraint was for goal was more important than pinching this kid's cheeks. We played games together. Just like any child, she had questions. For example: "Big Sisters, have you found your Prince Charming?" Liam didn't lie when he told me about her obsession with romance since the Queen read Ella's novel to her every time she tucked her in at night.

Thelma spoke definitely, thus ending the conversation. “Fine-” Ella grumbled and stopped walking. Thelma noticed her daughter had stopped walking and she turned back to comfort her, even when her heart wanted to discipline her. "Ookay- baby, I’m sorry. You, you know all I do, I do for you and I want the best for you, right?” She asks and Ella nods. “Don’t be angry at mommy, mommy just wants you to have the things she never had.” After this brief explanation, Ella understood and softened up. “So… what does the princess want that will make her happy?” Thelma tries to lighten her mood.

She helped him up with a few grunts. "Thanks, Oh," he stated smiling at the end. Ella turned her face to hide her pink cheeks. "Actually it's Ella." Ella did not know why she was acting this way. Yes, the prince was an attractive guy...... 'No, no, no attraction is not trust.' She cleared her throat and recovered quickly. "We should get moving," she stated leading the way. .......

She stepped forward, trying to salvage the situation with a pathetic, groveling smile. "Princess Valeria!" Elara gushed. Her voice morphed into a high-pitched, honeyed squeal that made my skin physically crawl as she nervously smoothed her hands down her cheap dress. "Oh, Goddess, what a lovely coincidence. We were just... discussing how absolutely magnificent you looked tonight. That dress is stunning! Where exactly did your royal highness get it from? I would love to know, maybe I can get the exact same gown for myself for the closing ceremonies."

Even kween, who was half-way through a selfie with a pout capable of killing, dropped her phone and glanced toward the elevator. Kween had, like, what? Forty million Estergram followers? If she was gazing, something was happening. I turned, squinting over the cubicles. I ran my hand through my white hair, trying to see— —and that's when I saw her. She was the literal definition of wealth.

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."