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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.

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

It was one of the reasons Axel vouched to be the king, but he wouldn't stop, cause he is being to strategies and plans to eliminate Ace, a day before his wedding. “I will officially like to announce to you all, that blue crest kingdom is now the highest kingdom among the twelve neighboring kingdoms. And that's all thanks to our crown prince.” claps filled the air, as the entire people of the kingdom clapped and hailed the crown prince, while the rest rolled their eyes, angrily at the praise he was getting.

She turned when she noticed me ,she had tears in her eyes . "Who are you?"she asked but I scoffed. Here she goes with her drama . I walked over to where she was and snatched the picture from her ,it was a picture of me and my parents in the throne room. "Who I am is none of your business ,I replied rudely . I felt like strangling her at that moment. "Who are you?"she asked again and I sigh . "Yes I am a prince ,I am prince Asim Berlin crowned prince of Alexandria , and those are my parents.I know I lied about my identity for my selfish reasons ,but what about you huh?I questioned but she only looked at me confused.

She raised her paddle again, her voice loud enough for the entire hall to hear. Whispers broke out. This girl clearly had no idea how these things worked. At an event like this, you bid incrementally, not in wild, desperate leaps. "Ma'am," the auctioneer reminded her politely, "are you sure about thirty million? That will require immediate verification of funds." Chloe's face flushed, but she held her head high. "Of course! I am Isaac Ryder's fiancée!" I watched the farce with cold eyes. The moonstone's true value was its purity and ritual importance, not its market price.

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."

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.