A Dance With The Fae Prince Novels & Stories

As I walked around the shallowest end of the lake, I sensed eyes on me, this time, I recognized the dark, possessive stare. “Escaping your own party, princess?” Stone’s voice was as louche as ever. A more arrogant prince there had never been, but then, if you considered his power, it made sense. Excitement surged in my belly, one totally separate from reality. My rational mind tried to argue with my dream self that this man was dangerous, but I felt my face smiling as I spun around and met the eyes of the Prince of the Night Keep.

The approaching figure of the Imperial prince to the lowly princess, leaving his audience stupefied. Camilla felt a presence beside her and raised her head. She stood up as she’d come face to face with Prince Fazan, his left hand extending to her. “May I have the first dance, princess?” It was more of a statement rather than a question, and she stared at him for a brief moment before finally taking his hand. He left her no choice in the matter, refusing an imperial prince would surely do her no good. He led her to the center as the music continued to play, and everyone returned to what they’re doing—stealing a glance every now-and-then.

CHAPTER 49 We softly danced to the soft melody of the orchestra. throwing every doubt and fear out the window. That was the best night of my life. I'm dancing with the prince—not just any other person, but the prince himself. My hands were wrapped around his neck while his was on my waist. We're too close to each other; I follow the rhythm of his movement. The prince is really tall; I'm wearing heels up to his shoulders. "Can I dance with the echelons?" I couldn't stop asking.

Queenie looked at the Prince with snow-cold eyes. She wished to step on the Prince’s face right now! But, at the moment, she had to pretend before finding solid evidence of her stepmother and Fabian’s relationship. Queenie forced herself the honor her father and welcomed Fabian’s hand. Let the Prince take her to the middle of the feast. He then gave a sign to the music player. Immediately, the crowd of people who were in the banquet hall pulled over. They gave both of them space dance.

It was part of the price he had to pay as Prince of House Eventide. The malicious Fae, Cinder would lure the human with his faery light and draw them over, across the Veil. There in the heart of the wood he, and presumably his older brother Aelinth, would watch the Dain consume the human, and they would be allowed to rule House Eventide another moon’s cycle.

Still, Ethan only smiled and offered his hand. “Dance with me,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Crown Prince, You know people are staring,” I whispered as I took his hand anyway. “I know princess Sleney,” he replied. “Let them.” My heart beat a little faster. He pulled me gently into the centre of the festival square, where a soft tune had begun. We moved together slowly, deliberately, his hand warm against the small of my back, his eyes locked on mine. The whispers grew louder for a moment_ curious, scandalized, even cautious.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” “Yeah, nice pickup line. Very original.” I groan and move away, but he pivots to face me. “Let’s dance.” He takes my hand in his and spins me around. “Hey!” He leans forward, his ear rubbing against my cheek. “I’m Prince. What’s your name?” What the fuck? “Seriously? Don’t touch me!” I push him away, but he glares back at me, furious. He yanks me back into his arms, his hands around my waist. In a panic, I cast a glance in Lora’s direction, which is a huge mistake because it allows him to get even closer access to me.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

It pulsed faintly, in rhythm with her heartbeat. The air stirred, and she knew before she turned that he was there. The fae prince emerged from shadow like a thought made flesh. His hair was tousled, though not in the mortal way—every strand caught the light as if it had been kissed by sunrise. His clothes were nowhere to be seen; instead, a shimmer of woven twilight wrapped him in suggestion, revealing more than it concealed. His eyes glowed when they fell upon her wrist. Satisfaction curled at the corners of his mouth.

Upon closer observation, one would see that he wasn't as young as he appeared but the Fae are known for their devilish beauty and deceptive appearance. "Greetings alpha Romani. I'm Lord Darius, a prince from the Fae kingdom," He lowered his head slightly as a sign of respect. I nodded and waited for him to speak. Why was he here? "I believe you have something of mine."