Novels by Milifa

PRINCESS DACIANAThe next morning a harsh rapping at my chamber door jolted me awake. Before I could even protest, Lady Blaire swept into the room, her expression as cold as winter’s breath.“Rise at once, Daciana,” she commanded. “You have already squandered enough of the morning. Royal duties await.”Suppressing a groan, I pulled myself from the warmth of my bed. The maids rushed in at her signal, they stripped away my nightclothes and draped me in a royal attire but today I welcomed it because today, I would find my masked Prince.“Do try to appear more enthusiastic,” Aunt Blaire chided, her lips twisting into a scornful arch. “You represent not only yourself but this kingdom. Do not tarnish our name with your sulking.”I offered her a polite, if tight, smile. “Of course, Aunt. I shall behave in the most exemplary fashion.”A knowing scoff escaped her, but she stepped aside, allowing the maids to finish pinning my hair with delicate pearls. Once the preparations were complete, I wa

PRINCESS DACIANA I reached for his mask but he pulled away in a swift motion escaping through the door leaving as abruptly as he came. If he thought I was letting him go easily he had another thing coming.Swiftly, I crossed the room, pulling open a hidden compartment in the wall. My fingers grazed the cool metal of a bow, beside it, a quiver of arrows, I donned a dark cloak, pulling the hood low to shield my identity. No one would know it was me.No one but him.Princesses shouldn't run!The voice within taunted but I banished it letting my instincts take over. With each step I gained more momentum it was intoxicating, I felt alive feeling adrenaline pumping through my veins.Finally! Something fun within these walls.I reached the end of the hall and paused, my breath catching in my throat. There he stood, his back to me, his movements slow but deliberate, as if he knew I would come. I drew the bow taut, the string quivering against my fingers as I aimed for his heart."Do not mov

PRINCESS DACIANA“Your Grace, the final ten await your presence,” the Stewart murmured.My heart drummed steadily beneath my corset, each breath restricted to shallow sips of air, you couldn't blame me for being nervous this was my husband we were talking about.The next King to the throne my parents wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice me for.I wasn't really one to be considered for the position as Queen though I was trained since I learned how to walk the principals of being Queen yet I believed I would never make the cut.Fate had other plans, cruel plans and there I was, the embodiment of my mother's laws she would have been so proud and that's all I wanted.It was the mantra I replayed in my head every time the urge to walk away bubbled within,I had to make my parents proud.They were ambushed, murdered for their crowns it was my duty to keep it away from whoever was behind that dreadful night and it was a duty I had given my whole life for.It was my destiny.The doors groaned open,

A tantrum...A tantrum saved the life of the last heir of Whitespire princess Daciana.It was indeed indecorous yet it kept Daciana alive.Everything changed that dreadful night where the royal family was to attend that year's annual ball.Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library,Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room.The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony.Princess Daciana, the black sheep of the family, had four siblings who at times she wishe