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The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched. “In order to obtain something, one must sacrifice something.” Raine spoke. Yris nodded in agreement. “Yes.” He muttered. “The princess Alf wanted to earn everyone’s true respect and undying loyalty, especially since she is a woman who everyone looks down upon. So, she left the kingdom of Elhasa and began her journey to make achievements.” He said and looked at Raine. “She conquered lands without shedding blood. Instead, she also conquered the hearts of the people, that is through protecting them from the demons that plagued the land.” He told Raine.

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech. "You look like a disgusting pig. You wanted to hug me?" A voice says to me in my mind. I look around but no one seems to be looking in my direction or paying me any attention. The voice sounds familiar yet too strange. "Little mate, I gave you a headstart, I warned you that if you were going to run, I should not catch you. You better leave." "Jace?" "It's not Jace. It's Cruel or Cruel prince."

And I, Prince Arden, was either a threat to be controlled or a tool to be forced into position. My fists clenched. I wanted to break him. To drive my knuckles into his mouth until he couldn’t speak names like Cassandra’s with filth on his tongue. But I didn’t. Because violence would be what he wanted. Violence would make me the unstable prince. Violence would give my father justification. Violence would turn this into a story where I was the villain and Nala was the wronged woman and her uncle was the righteous protector. So I kept my hands still.

“Because your survival… will belong to me. And the first lesson begins tonight.” Elara’s chest tightened. Fear, defiance, and the pull of the curse collided inside her, a storm she couldn’t control. She understood then—the Dark Prince was more than a hunter, more than a ruler, more than a shadow in her nightmares. He was the thread itself, binding her, shaping her fate, and claiming her survival as his own.

I finally got a copy of “The Fall of The First Prince.” Reading through it, the things that had been changed stood out immensely. What stood out the most was the ending. In the original book, the Prince won the battle but stepped down from his right to the throne for the love of the woman he was with. In the book I’d gotten from the library, he was killed, and she was held captive at the end, though it had tried to be represented as love. Well, that sent a clear message to me. Whoever did this wanted me dead and Jillie to be with them. I scoffed. Like that was going to happen.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"