Novel & Cerita Crown Prince Sells Medicine

Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals. "Your majesty, I have with me the medicine which was used by the King Valliente I of the Kingdom of Ayatullah when he suffered the same case. I hope this works with our Crown Prince." The physician explained. "But your majesty our crown prince has a severe allergy with sea foods and sea products. I am afraid the golden corals from the southern sea would escalate his allergy." My secretary informed the queen. "Can you not find any other way aside from that?" My mother asked. "We still have one your majesty but the said medicine can only be extracted fro

The Prince groaned, “Do they really think I’m that bad? How can they hire a new doctor so easily?” Eunuch Dom tried to reassure him, “They're just worried about you, Your Highness.” The Crown Prince sighed, “It's not that I'm the one who's sick anyways.” Then he turned to Eunuch Dom. “Isn't Doctor Gallo the best physician in the whole of Almario? And I already kicked him out. So who will take his place? I bet he's lower in rank than him.” Eunuch Dom hesitated, “I heard she's a newbie.”

They looked at their King, then at the young Prince of the North. I forced myself to stand, leaning heavily on Kaelen. I looked at Alaric’s crown. Even without my Sovereign Sight, I could see it now. The gold wasn't just gold. It was shifting. The metal was swirling with tiny, microscopic lines of text. "You made a deal," I said, my voice gaining strength. "When the Shop was falling apart, when the Archivist was losing control, you didn't run. You went to the bargain bin. You bought the crown’s safety with the lives of your own people."

‘To my dearest cousin, Hi, I hope that you are having a great week. As I have promised, I will help with the best that I can-- without using my status, my treasury or anything that is related to me being the Crown Prince. And so, I decided to just introduce you to someone who might be of help. I happen to be friends with a businessman who has a genuine desire to sell new things all the time. So, I have said that you have a new product and he said he’s interested in it. Now, he wants to meet you personally to have a look about this product.

The first and second pieces of information proved that Helena’s grandmother as well as Chandler had both been promoting the Rejuvenating Pill. The third piece of information was a little more subtle. The Crown Piece did not inform his mother, who was the Queen, about the Rejuvenating Pill, and as such, did that mean that he did not want his mother to come to know about the existence of this medicine? However, Charlie thought to himself, ‘This Crown Prince might be thinking a little too much because although the British royal family is quite rich, they are really nothing compared to those rich people who are worth hundreds of billions of US dollars. The Crown Prince is really nothing at all c

At the Blauer Hof Palace at Laxenburg, the young eighteen-year-old Crown Prince Hadrian is sitting by the veranda over-looking the pond reading a book when he was disturbed by his butler. His stature is fragile, with pale complexion and jet-black hair, his striking green eyes lowered earnestly at the book he is reading, and his gentle hand cradles the literary work. He hardly spends time inside the palace when not in the veranda, he can be found at the garden tending to and studying about the plants he planted or talking and working with the old man named Marco. He is also known to have kept himself from any kinds of luxury which his noble relatives found as taboo. He has acquired that habit

Her shoulders drooped as a small, sad smile formed on her lips. “I specially ordered it from a merchant after the poisoning of my brother who was supposed to be the next king. We thought the theriac antidote was enough to heal him but… it did not work. So, in order not to repeat such history, I always kept the antidotes just in case another cyanide poisoning occurs.”

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.