Cardan Cruel Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

I rolled my eyes and jabbed at him, "cut the crap… I know very well what his tactics are… I admitted that it was me who started the fire and that too accidentally. Still working on that shit, why don't he just move on. Anyway, keep doing it. Fools follow the lead of the wrong emperor." "I am afraid that you think so wrong about your father, Prince Stefan. He cares for you…" "I don't want to hear any shit… everyone knows my relationship with him so don't try to be a shoulder to lean on… you have taken advantage of that relationship, Karl. The fact is I don't want to prove this shit because my time is worth more than that. Now please, Shut it and make an arrow of that concern you have for my f

Thus while they find the prince amiable in all manner they do not believe he garners any respect as a person. Being a constant companion of the prince over the years, Lan Xin is well versed in reading the prince's action thus never taking offense in the prince's behavior. While his comments may be brash and rude he doesn't mean any harm merely playful flirting and teasing. he was never hurtful towards another. So despite the scandalous looks thrown his way Xin simply smiled indulgently and listened to the prince's complaints of the royal tutor.

“Stop mentioning that one, you idiot and stop coming inside my room— especially my bathroom.” “Oh right! I almost forgot about your little present.” He sobs a laugh. “Knights has been scouting everywhere and they can’t get my sketch right. You and Hannock are the only ones who has recognize my face, it’s funny how they hunt me.” “Does the princess know you are the crown prince?” Yushiro suddenly asked that wiped out the bright grin on Kenshi’s face. He raises both his eyebrows at the demon.

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.”

Why is he here instead of a picture of the said prince? Then it slowly started to get clearer to me; his godlike strength and speed, his unmatched wealth, the power and aura he carries with just a step. Even though I want to deny it, I know nothing about his actual childhood and it isn't a coincidence that their names are the same. Marcus is royalty! He is the Crowm prince!! BHAMMMM!! A loud sound hit my ears and the car was instantly swerved to the side. Before I knew what was happening, the car crashed into something hard, pushing me forward on my seat and making me hit my head against the chair in front of me.

His auburn hair to the side in an effortless manner as his lapiz lazuli eyes shone dangerously under the chandelier lights. When he finally arrived at the last step, the announcer introduced Aldrich. "Their Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the Vlatka Empire, Prince Aldrich Thaddeus Alaric." Aldrich descended confidently as he looked ahead, his piercing blue eyes staring at everyone as his blonde hair was swept back, loose strands on his face adding to his appeal. And, just like Aimilios, many noble ladies his age were squealing to themselves as they stared at him with hearts in their eyes, finding him handsome and strong.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."