Crown Prince Sells Medicine の小説・ストーリー

The wealth, the power—it was all a lie. And there, sitting casually on a throne at the far end of the room, was the Crown Prince himself. Callum Silvermark. I’d heard of him, of course. Who hadn’t? The young, charming prince with a smile that could make any girl swoon. But I wasn’t any girl. And the moment I saw him, lounging on his throne like he hadn’t a care in the world, I wanted to kill him.

"Huh? If this is true, there will be an uproar tomorrow. But well, even if the prince's face is ugly, the uproar will still happen. Well! Brother, how about we make a bet?" Suddenly, the fifth prince looked at the crown prince with a hopeful gaze. "Huh? Bet on what?" asked the crown prince. "Let's bet on how ugly the prince is and how excited the people who come there tomorrow will be. The prize is your hundred-year-old drink and my hundred-year-old fish. How about it?" said the fifth prince, offering his idea to the crown prince.

Even Armano considered this young man as an attractive one. No wonder Cecilia fall for him, Armano thought. "I am greeting the brightest stars of the Empire, Your Highness, the Crown Prince." He said with a slight bow to that young man. Nolan Alistair Cassius Alexander, the crown prince of Atrazal's Empire, smile kindly. "Don't be so tense, Duke. I just want to drop by for a moment. And, Doctor Hambbel, I need to talk with Duke Lancia in privately."

It was His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Alucard. The father of my triplets, Crown Prince Alucard, had been inquiring about customized jewelry, and this fact alone made me hesitant to confront them. The memories of our past and the complexities of our relationship weighed heavily on my heart, making it challenging to face him again. Velvety Stones, our esteemed jewelry shop, had earned a formidable reputation within royal, aristocratic, and elite circles. Our exquisite craftsmanship and unique designs had garnered us a loyal clientele, but dealing with the royal family presented a different set of challenges.

Ah , I really can't deal with people ) there is so noisy outside and Ash ran over to me and told that the bastard I mean crown prince came over to see me with medicine . ( I see , there's really no peace in my mind ) I got up and changed into dress and braided my hair and went to lobby to meet him . "Greetings upon the Gloriosa flame dio, the crown Prince". He didn't reply just came towards me and pushed me against the wall. (what he is doing to a patient , this jerk.) he came close to my ears and whispered, " you're so beautiful , I can't hold myself back . whenever I see you , I want to see your flower and suck your honey and dip in my hands ".

My gaze was drawn back to the ring on my palm as I held it close to me-The sapphire on the middle gleaming as I twirl it around and around-making me think about the happenings. I was about to stand up and get myself a coffee when the doctor came out of the doors. He removed his face mask before he said, "The crown prince is stable now. I would like you to sign a couple of papers before we proceed on transferring him to his private room. " he smiled at me before handing me a stack of documents.

Xiao Chen scowled at him and hastily motioned for silence, "To hell with your forbidden! These are common Qi-refining Pills, Energy Pills, and Energy-fortifying Pills!" Prince Zhao shook his hand, "No, no, no, no! I am a Prince! You want me to go peddling elixirs? My father will kill me if word of this travels back to the State of Zhao!" Xiao Chen's face turned dark, "So you'd have me, a Young Master of a wealthy family, to sell them instead?" Prince Zhao gulped hard. "Are you going or not?" "All right then! I'll go!," Prince Zhao roared, vexed, as he threw the other two flasks to his companions, "You two! Come with me!"

Of course, their hearts rumbled wildly. “I apologize, Your Majesty. Right now, the Crown Prince is just sleeping because of the antidote effect I gave him. The poison had disappeared from his body along with vomiting blood that came out of his mouth. And I heard that Crown Prince has been having trouble sleeping lately, so the effect will last longer." “Hmph. So you can justify your words that my son will wake up fine?"

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”