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And that's also why I hate the Oracle because the name and phrase they gave me are like a mockery. And my life only got worst when the Royal family made a decree that all the single noble Ladies should go to Soleil Keeper because they would start choosing the Crown Princess who would eventually marry Daisuke, the Brute… I mean, the current Crown Prince. It was like a punishment. I could only be a punishment. I would have to live for a year in that place that screams AVYANNA to me, because of a stupid competition to marry the guy who hates and blames me for his sister's death. That was such a horrible joke. A Gods-damned night-fucking-mare.

The crown prince's fists curled until his knuckles went white. He went closer to her. Jucel stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She immediately caught Ciaran's emerald gaze and smiled amidst the pain. "So, you're the Crown Prince," she weakly stated. She bowed her head slightly. "It's an honor to finally see the Særi ust Trūx. Though this is not what I expect it to be," she added before glancing at Jared who raised an eyebrow at her. "Ciaran!" an angry voice shouted from the entrance of the dungeon.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

But then, after a while, Emery showed up and she was wearing a noble lady’s dress and her hair was neatly braided and adorned with several pins, including the one with the flying, blue phoenix. “Whoah, there, Your Highness,” Jadeite stated as she got up from her seat. She walked up to Emery and stared at her from left to right with a smirk plastered on her face. Cataleena and Secorah, on the other hand, were quite speechless since it was their first time to see the assassin they knew who was not at all good at choosing good clothes and was actually dressed like a proper noble lady. “Are you returning to the capital already?” Jadeite asked.

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

“Igrith would freak if she saw you wearing that, especially when the Crown Prince would be joining you guys for breakfast.” I face Mujin. “The Crown Prince? He’s coming here?” He pulled back the curtains and peeped outside. “He’s already here.” I cursed. “Fucking hell.” He faced me. “What?” “Nothing. It’s just…” “What?” Fine, Crinka. Come out with it. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” Mujin blinked. “Well, that’s new. Your boobs must be really huge because I didn’t even notice.” I glared at him. “Fuck you Mujin.”

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

"Why would I be satisfied when the bastard Duke is still alive?" He strikes his hand on the wall beside Amerie's head, causing her to flinch and turn away. "And guess who freed that man from my cell?" She was deafeningly quiet, cold sweat dripping down her back as she noticed something near her neck, mirroring her face in the darkness. She swallowed the hard lump forming on her throat as her heartbeat became erratic. "Want to guess who it is, my songbird?" Amerie kept her mouth closed. This ticks off Keres as he grabbed Amerie's jaw and forcefully made her look at him.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.