Crown Prince Sells Medicine 소설 & 이야기

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

A picture of Theodore was plastered across the display. "What is going on?" I asked, my voice tight. "The Crown Prince is missing," the lieutenant answered. "It happened while you were gone. His Highness suffered a core inversion. He presented as an Omega. Then, just a few hours ago, Dr. Suee confirmed another medical scan. The prince is pregnant. The King ordered an immediate termination of the pregnancy, and Prince Theodore ran away to escape it. Palace security is searching the entire city." I froze. The words echoed in my head, but my brain refused to process them at first.

Liam said, earning a growl from Maximus, “The thing is that the hunters didn’t know that the so-called crown was given away to someone.” Liam stared at me with a smirk. “Think Nikolas, think what do you have that belongs truly to Gaels?” Liam said. I couldn’t think of anything. He mentioned a crown, though. Gasping as realization hit me, I lift my head and lock eyes with Liam. “You got to be fucking serious,” I said, cursing. Standing up abruptly, I curse and pace the room. There was no fucking way, but how come? The crown Liam mentioned was the one I had, the one my father gave me.

Entering Avalon Palace, Arthur says to William, "My clothes are still wet; I need to change. Wait for me." King Alexander, Arthur's elder brother, had finally reclaimed the royal power from their mother, the Dowager Queen, four years ago. It was during that tumultuous period that an assassin from the Ravenwood family severely injured Alexander at a banquet. In the midst of the tumultuous and disorderly situation, Archbishop John Blackwood emerged as the central and crucial figure, effectively countering the imminent threat posed by the assassin's critical strike and subsequently retaliating by eliminating the assailant. Furthermore, Archbishop Blackwood displayed his exceptional leadership b

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

It was impossible for him to fall off the altar this time. Later, the Crown Prince did not know how Young Master Desperate negotiated with the bigwigs. Anyway, he realized that Young Master Desperate was really invincible. After becoming the Sword Master of the White Deer Kingdom in the future, he decisively spent a lot of money to draw him over. The Crown Prince of the White Deer Sect gave too many chips, and even Young Master Desperate fell silent. In this world, only the White Deer Emperor could offer more and better conditions than the Crown Prince!

On the day I was reborn, I returned to the day we had to choose our partners. My sister, Leah Boyer, snatched the mating contract from our father's hands and signed her name beside Kane Rodriguez, the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack. "I want to marry Kane." Dad froze. Just yesterday, she had been crying that Kane had lost eight Lunas in a row and that whoever became his mate was doomed. Now, she clung tightly to the mating contract, afraid I might reach out and take it from her. I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous lives, she had chosen Derrick Callahan, her childhood sweetheart and a werewolf warrior. In the end, he squandered her private fortune, and she died surrounded by deb

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

The Crown Prince loves poetry, but my legitimate elder sister, who wants nothing in this world so much as to be Crown Princess, hasn't an ounce of talent. My mother was born in a brothel, and because of her I grew up skilled in verse, music, and letters. So my sister turned her attention to me, and had me write the poems she sent to the Crown Prince. She promised that if I helped her become the Crown Princess, I'd become a true daughter of House Vale. Because my mother was only a mistress, I'd entered the house as nothing but my sister's maid. But once I'd made her Crown Princess, she repaid me with a cup of poisoned wine. Before I died, I heard her say: "Only with you dead will no one

Above her cell, the city celebrated again, this time for the prince's new engagement to Elysia Ardentia. When Adrian came to see her, he stood behind the bars in his ceremonial uniform. "I didn't poison her," she said quietly. "You know I didn't." "The Church confirmed the evidence," he replied evenly. "The herbs matched what was found in your purse." "You really believe that?" He sighed, as though tired of hearing her voice. "You were jealous. Everyone saw it. You've always wanted the throne more than love." Her throat tightened. "Did you ever love me at all?"