A Prince's Silent Wait Novels & Stories

The prince calls out but still got no response. He even tried to light that direction with the candle in his hand but still, he couldn't get a clear view from his post. And so, he decided to walk closer to it. As he steps forward, his vision starts to get clearer. The closer he gets, the more he sees what is unexpected. He's only just three steps away from the chaise lounge when he halted. His face got a complicated expression. His hand starts to tremble and his knees feel weak. The prince isn't certain if it's just the room is too quiet or his heartbeat and heavy breathing sounded louder. But would he still have the chance to think about it when he sees his mother?

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

Please be a little bit more mindful of what happened for us all to end up meeting like this. The entire room fell silent. Seri started to feel nervous, thinking that the trembling of his feet would make some noise at a moment like this, and she began to tremble even more. Sure, she had heard news about the prince of Riovas before. He's known to be cold and very difficult to be around. Well, now that she could finally see him face to-face, she could confirm that all those things were true. She could see how easy it was for him to make a princess shove a huge spoonful of food in her mouth just to force herself to be silent. That was impressive. At the table, only Princess Celine was courageous

After running back to camp, I walk into the battle, back to the front line, the sounds of fighting all around me. “Lorelai!” My voice rings out over the battlefield and the sounds of fighting quiet down as everyone waits to see what is happening. When she doesn’t answer, I call her again. “Lorelai!” “Oh, Aolis, you poor broken-hearted thing. Have you come crawling back to me, ready to ask me to be yours?” Lorelai says, sauntering over toward me. “I’m a Prince and the future King. I will never crawl to anyone. Least of all, you.”

Neem “From here onwards, you must be quiet.” The prince says and my eyes widen with anticipation. I nod my head enthusiastically and sign. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.” “Remain close to me and we must move without being seen. Do you think you can do it?” I’m smiling wide as I nod. I’m so excited I could jump but I settle for taking his hand, right before I realise I just touched his royal body without permission. I freeze and drop my hand, berating myself but he suddenly takes it back, interlacing our fingers.

Amara’s voice cuts in, desperate. I don’t answer. I can’t. Acceptance will never come. Not for her, not for the child. I rise, push my chair back, and walk out without looking back. * * * * * * * * * * I wait in my room, headphones over my ears, blocking out the faint wails of the baby. Two hours pass before the palace settles into silence. I slip out of bed, heart pounding in my throat. I move like a shadow through the darkened halls, my footsteps muffled against the thick rugs. I pass the portraits of long-dead ancestors watching me with cold, painted eyes.

The prince asked with intense interest. Although he was asking me all these questions, I could somehow tell that he wasn't judging me. It felt like he wasn't hoping for anything, and that nothing that I said could possibly surprise him. I couldn't answer his question right away as I debated with myself whether or not I wanted to admit that there was someone that I already liked. “I see…” the prince murmured as if he took my silence for an answer in and of itself. “That's not…” began to deny although it felt like it was already too late.

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

The night turned colder as the hour passes, both Jain and Fallon rested their heads on the wall as they try to stand despite the cold almost paralyzing their feet as they stand in wait outside the door for the arrival of Prince Michael. The wine he sent has been received for more than two hours now and their eyes could barely keep watch anymore “Why isn’t the Prince here yet?” Jain asked in frustration yawning to show tiredness “You seems more worried about yourself than the princess” Fallon accused trying hard not to give a yawn

Zeenas held his collar tightly and questioned him. "Why?” one word but had so many answers, Ahad stayed silent, his plan flopped, this was not something he imagined and was angry on himself for waiting too long. "Say something” she screamed on top of her lungs while hitting on his chest. "There is nothing to say” it was a mere whisper. Slap