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Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

"I was the one standing next to Ludiciel in that dome. You made us create this huge version of what you think the Dark Lord looks like! I had to split the earth and move the winds to make that thing look real!" Prince Ron’s brows shot up as he pretended as if he was just remembering who Alaric was. "Ohhh," he drawled. "You're that weak witch!" "What did you just say?" Alaric snapped, rolling up his sleeves. "It seems like this big brother has to teach you a lesson about respect." First he pretended to not recognise him and now he was calling him weak. Prince Ron scoffed and also rolled up his sleeves. "Oh yeah? We'll see who will teach who a lesson." He turned to his beloved, holding up his

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.

The story that leads us to a love that will last 500 years later. "What are you laughing at?" asked a tall man with silvery blue eyes. He asked with a frown. The handsome man in front of me is my son and Kevin whose name is Alaric, if you can tell by his face he is the perfect image for a stunt double for Snow white. It's really beautiful in my opinion. "Stop the wailing mommy that equates me with that damn cartoon character." my son Alaric growled angrily. Haha the only thing that Kevin is very similar to is my son's explosive patience level.

The man arrogantly crossed his legs. Leonard's face was both handsome and cold. His eyes were cruel, and his smile was icy on his thin lips. He grinned broadly, showing his teeth look white with sharp fangs and slightly sticking out between his lips. His irises were yellow like a cat's, and her black eyes stared at Astrid's body from head to toe. He played his fingers tapered with long, pointed nails that resembled claws on the backs of the arms of the king's throne chair. Purple-black energy rose from his body and felt oppressive.

"Please take me with you. My life is in danger, I know a shortcut out of the city" The princess looks at the young boy. He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear.

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

the King growled with displeasure for his son. Prince Rowan looked away for a moment and snarled to himself. Then he looked up to his King, "she has a name. I am in love with Vysena, I have created an heir with her, why can I not marry her instead!" "YOU WILL NOT MENTION THE FILTH IN MY PRESENCE!" "Vysena is the only one I will marry! You will deal with it! It is my life and my child!" "DO NOT TALK BACK TO-" The King's roars were cut off as his face froze and he gripped his chest. The man stopped breathing and his face turned purple. Then he fell, face first down the stairs in front of his throne.

He has pale skin and a scowl on his face, his eyes were lavender matching with his hair color. "I apologize again." Mizuko bowed her head and the man just left. When she raised her head, she thought that the young man was familiar somehow. Like she has seen his gloomy face somewhere like— "Oh my gosh!" she gasped, abruptly looking back but he was already gone. It just came to her that he was that prince who never smiles on his sketches! "I could've told him!" Mizuko groans, stomping her foot and shutting her eyes in frustration. Her mission could have been over! But then wait, what's that prince doing around here? Was he looking for Kenshi? Did Kenshi pick up a fight again?

He looks vaguely familiar but it’s hard to tell for sure, since he’s feeding on a naked female who is straddling his lap. “Your highness.” Our escort says, bowing to the man. His eyes open and they are glowing red. He pulls his teeth out of the woman’s neck, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Get up.” He says to her. She gets up on wobbly feet, turning to step off the dais. Her eyes are glazed over, and she passes by us without looking in our eyes. “Elder Lance.” Leana’s voice rings out, causing the room to go silent. I turn back to the man on the throne and see that indeed, this is Elder Lance, King Urien’s son, who sits on the council.