Crown Prince: Book Novels & Stories

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

“So… It is not because you want the throne?” Prince Cornelius looked at Emery as if she was some kind of great disappointment. Disbelief was plastered all over his face. “Of course not,” he snarled. “Being the head of an empire is a total headache. Why would I waste my good looks for the sake of some people I am not even related to? You saw my brother… He looked so old now compared to his age.” He was yet about to speak, however, some kind of movement from behind them caught their attention. Hence, Emery grabbed the bow and nocked an arrow as fast as she could. Her eyes scanned the vicinity, ready to shoot anyone who found them.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

She likes how well, her princess has been treating her, and she really can't tell why the happiness was that way. “Thank you, my princess.” She chuckles childishly and Alexia continues with her reading. Every prince and princess would be a lover of books except for Axel, who felt like the book were a bit meaningless, so he never gave a thought to going to school, all he thought of was becoming the king, “The crown prince asked me to come make you up and dress you up.” she bows slightly and Alexia turns to her, with arched cheeks, a little bit of perplexity running around her face.

“Huh, yeah not bad. His taste is good, isn't Prince Kim the crown prince of kingdom Kimimoon. He's a good man. " "But father, do you want to be treated like that?" "Yes, what can I do. It means father and Prince Kim are rivals! "

He had been raised by Cordelia and yet he still gets embarrassed, how funny Cordelia thought. Cordelia: "I don't believe my royal son and grandsons should be in the castle, they should delegate from here per se." King Alexander sr.: "So Alexandria gets to go with you to fight? While the boys and I get to stand by like cowards?” King Alexander angrily slams his balled-up hand into Alexis' table, thus breaking the table in half. Cordelia: "Son, quit being so melodramatic! You and the boys rule the kingdom and if you guys get captured, well, that would certainly bring chaos! Your kingdom needs you to override your pride!”

“I announce, your royal highness, crown prince Romanus Edward Maximus of Penevia!” The crowd went wild while Mars desperately raised his head in the hopes of seeing the crown prince. “I can’t see, mommy—I can’t see!” Mars repeated. I was extremely claustrophobic, and I could not handle crowded spaces, but for Ashley, it was different. “The crown prince is not meant for grown people. It’s for the children—Marsie, come on!” Ashley decided as she stuck out her hands and aggressively pushed everyone aside to create a path for us.

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.