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They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

PROLOGUE REINA, 6 YEARS OLD Once upon a time there sat a beautiful castle along the shore of the Gulf of Trieste. It was a magical place indeed, with views of the sea to the east and sprawling hills to the west. A savage king and his two sons lived amidst the darkness, slowly wilting right alongside everything in it. No amount of magic could save them.

I finally got a copy of “The Fall of The First Prince.” Reading through it, the things that had been changed stood out immensely. What stood out the most was the ending. In the original book, the Prince won the battle but stepped down from his right to the throne for the love of the woman he was with. In the book I’d gotten from the library, he was killed, and she was held captive at the end, though it had tried to be represented as love. Well, that sent a clear message to me. Whoever did this wanted me dead and Jillie to be with them. I scoffed. Like that was going to happen.

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

Shawn nodded his head, “Yes but not so much in the beginning, in jail we were fed tasteless food.” “And you can have all the sweet things you want at my expense,” Aldridge chuckled behind his hand. Shawn looked over at him and asked, “Have I ever told you that I love your laugh?” Aldridge shook his head, “No but I wouldn’t be surprised.” “You’re so full of yourself,” Shawn grumbled. * At the castle… Prince Sebastian walked into Princess Blanche’s chamber with flowers in his hands then looked around and saw that there were flowers from many others too.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.