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And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Dereck stresses out, exhaling as he slouches on his chair. Keeping his mouth shut, the Prince nod at Dereck as a response to him, which brings Dereck much interest in it. He wants to pry the Prince about a man named Francisco. The physician stretches his hands and cracks his necks as he flatly pries, making the Prince blinks his eyes spontaneously. "may I know who is this Francisco guy?" Physician Dereck quickly positions himself properly in the chair. Sighing in disbelief at Dereck's interrogation, Prince Alphonso licks his lower lips as he mumbles softly, "He is just a simple man. He is the Prince of the Hangey Kingdom."

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

she explained. “Where is my mother? How can I safe her?” I sasked afraid. “We have to make a plan in order to save her Nephew” said Uncle Julius. With a bang the door had been opened and Frank came in. “Frank ? what happened ?” I asked him because he was so much horrified. “Prince Radius! He killed…He killed the King” he said in a trance like state. I felt my blood boiled. “No father I will, I will avenge him” I was head to the door when Martha had grabbed me and then all I felt was smoke like darkness.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Absentmindedly, William stroked his hair as his thoughts started to wander to the past. *** "William, no matter what anyone says... You are the prince's son and you should keep your chin up. Your hair may be a slightly darker shade in comparison to your father but what matters is that your blood are the same. You are royalty." Lilith said to William as she stroked William's hair. William glanced up at his mother with wide teary eyes as he nodded silently. He had been called a bastard child due to his hair colour that didn't match his father despite being of royal blood by other children his age during his tea party with the nobles.

Chris grabbed Jaxson and shoved him behind him. “MINE!” the low rumble of a wolf’s taking over his vocal chords echoed around the room. His fangs extended, his golden eyes flashed. “He’s mine. You will not touch him.” A tiny vibration of pride thrummed through his chest, it wasn’t his own. It was barely there, but it was. He could feel it, the level of warmth from a match heating him from the inside out. “My King! The Prince has clearly been under a lot of strain recently. I feel it would be wise to separate the two, the punishment still stands for the Guard. The Prince may need some time after his tour to re-assimilate into Royal life,” Avisor Paul stated confidently.

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.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw