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She muses as she flips the middle card. The card depicts a king holding a traditional scepter and orb. He is seated on a throne made of stone and appears rigid and stern. His crown large and golden. “Our dear Prince is traditional and rigid. He is disciplined. Perhaps even driven by ego. Both indicate stability and prosperity.” She says calmly. She flips the final card.

He loved all his brothers, though they were rather loud and annoying, especially the younger ones, but he couldn’t figure out how Akari knew any of them or what she might have against them. “Which one?” he asked Akari curiously. “ô one we call the Bloody Prince. I forget his real name, but he must be an older brother. I’m sure you’ve heard the nickname. He may just be the most hated man by the entire humanis, because he’s a brute, if you don’t mind me saying so. Utterly ruthless in battle and he has broken more treaties than all your other generals put together. I’ve heard his temper is epic and he’s a bad man to cross.” Akari signed his name at the bottom of the contract and passed the pen

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

He glanced at the royal councils. Richard D. Scarlet smiled wryly. “How sad. You still don’t realize that you are no longer acknowledged as the prince of the Panthera kingdom. Even though you share the same blood, you and King Rion are incomparable.” A moment after saying that, Richard D. Scarlet’s neck was already in Aiden’s cold hand. Fortunately, before Aiden could do anything, his firm grip was released to avoid Roul who was attacking him from above. CRACK! The chair that Aiden was sitting on shattered into pieces after being hit by Roul’s punch. Kaven dashed and immediately led Richard D. Scarlet to a safer side.

Blurb; The Honourable and respectable Prince of Nevera.. Prince Aldrich Theano son of King Alaric the ll, is a proud and arrogant man. He's engaged to be married to one of the most powerful prime Minister's daughter in the neighboring kingdom, his marriage with Cateleya is supposed to be one of the most biggest alliance between the two kingdoms.. As a vampire he knows his mate is somewhere out there but he has no intention of waiting for fate to decide for him, he isn't the patient type!

I challenged him. "Well maybe the evil spirit is actually trying to stop a certain spirit from fooling around!" "Hey, spirit." I said. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a d*ck is PRINCE Ace?" '11' "Who's the ugliest and stupid looking princess in the whole kingdom?" 'R-O-S-E"

The man kneeling appears to be pleading and begging the prince. At the corner of the room a man could be seen standing there in an expensive garment. One look at him would give an idea that he's of royal blood. "I'm really sorry my prince....it wasn't in my intention to steal from you....it was a mistake....I was really tempted....I'm so sorry my prince....pleeeeease forgive me..."

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

The kingdom itself seemed to hold its breath. Some citizens of Pennsylvania had gathered at safe vantage points to watch the storm unfold. Whispers spread like wildfire: Prince Kael is fighting the King’s champions! The crown prince has returned! Others, loyal to the throne and fearful of Kael’s rebellion, jeered, waving banners emblazoned with the King’s crest. Down with the traitor! Protect the throne! Kael stood on a slight rise overlooking the battlefield. His heart thudded in rhythm with the war drums, every beat feeding the fire in his veins. His wolf growled lowly, shifting slightly beneath the surface, eager for the hunt.

“The curse must be addressed.” Theon’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing. His Lycan stirs, a quiet rumble in the back of his mind, not yet demanding to surface but unwilling to be ignored. Another elder folds his gnarled hands on the table. “Prince or not, Alpha or not, your bloodline carries a mark now. A mark the pack whispers about.” His pale eyes narrow slightly. “They call the young prince the cursed one.” The insult hangs in the air like smoke.