Cardan The Cruel Prince Fanart の小説・ストーリー

Darren rubbed his face roughly. The blinding light of the lamp exposed the room, whose walls were filled with paintings. Ferin smiled crookedly as he looked at the painting of a large, very shady tree. "King Carlen and princess Lucia come to the Redwood Pack. Crown Prince Vander to the Tongass Pack. Prince Darren is starting to waver in his stance." "What?" The blonde woman was surprised. "Hey, why do you call her princess Lucia? You don't even have solid proof yet."

I try to enjoy the moment, to imagine this is how it will be , a life of calm mornings, gentle strolls and royal affection. But as we pass through a narrow corridor lined with portraits of former monarchs, something makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. There, near the end of the hall, is a painting I do not recognize and I know palace history well. A woman, regal and haunting, gazes from the canvas. The plaque beneath reads: “Queen Seraphina — The Eternal One” But it is not the name that chills me. It is her face. Her features… are almost identical to Prince George.

Ministers and advisors gathered in the Hall of Councils with scrolls, petitions, and complaints, eager to place their trust in their prince’s hands once more. Prince Kael Viren himself was the picture of control. Clad in obsidian armor polished until it caught the glow of every torch, he sat upon the carved throne of oak and wolf bone, his face calm but stern. His eyes were clear, his voice was steady, and his mind seemed sharper than ever. To all who knelt before him, he appeared restored, the Kael they had known before the whispers of fate and before Elias. And yet, there was something cold in his gaze.

I let out a harsh, dry laugh, burying my face deeper into the silken softness of her hair. My woman, my brave, fierce mate, had no idea she was carrying the single highest-value asset that had brought the most powerful Lycan to his knees. She carried the Second Crown Prince, the card that controlled the entire game. With this tiny pup, the King had delivered checkmate. A wrong move now, a show of defiance, and we would lose our son forever, he would snatch him away from us. That was a risk I could not inflict on Anna, I was compelled to obey.

" Jordan is one of Silvério's great loyalists. - He whispers in surprise. I look at it, laughing softly. — And I'm the wife of his boss and Silvério. She laughs and shakes me excitedly, making me laugh. A few minutes passed and our cards were handed over. Golden Cards. As much as the color is a glossy black with gray letters. The biggest card, I suppose, which unlocks everything and then some. Before we left, we left our signatures on the signers' document, and then we went back.

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

Rufus realizes an upsetting truth as he observes the other paintings. Ari checks a more refined image with bolder features. "They seem to have the same outfit. Blue uniform with gold broaches. But this does not look like a...girl." "Look closely, Ari." Rufus presents another paper almost furiously. "Do they not resemble a certain prince from Damaris? The blonde hair, those medals in this painting and the sword's hilt should tell you who it is!" "Luca Beaumont?" Ari's eyes went wide. "But how? They've never met before."

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 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.”