Cry For Me Crown Prince Novels & Stories

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.

He didn't really understand the logic in such a rule, but then again the fact that all crown princes and kings of the seven kingdoms had names related to stars or planets was also weird in itself. "You should already know me, but I am Sol Luxuria. Crown prince of the Lustburg kingdom. Those close to me simply call me Sol. Happy to meet you, Chloe." He stretched toward her and Chloe after a short hesitation simply clasped his hand in her, "Happy to meet you, Sol."

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I wanted to find this out a week ago. “My full name is Crown Prince Conor William Victor of the House of Rovitz.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s a mouth full. And that is without the other six titles I have…” I snuggled into his embrace. “That’s not your full name then!” I protested as he chuckled.

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

he assured but his assurance wasn't what made me hand her to him, Evie was loosing more blood every moment I keep her with me without the wound being covered so I decided it was best to let him cover it up. After the vampire walked out with Evie in his hands I look towards the king waiting for an explanation and apology "I am very sorry about your friend" he said with sympathy in his voice... I said nothing and just stirred at him blankly "my name is king Anthonio and this is my wife Patricia and my daughter Isabella" he said with a sad smile "what brings you to my village young prince" he asked... I looked at him for a while before I spoke "I wish to gain your support and ask for your allia

I tried to sound confident but came out timid and tired of all this. "Now this isn't the welcome I thought of darling... I at least deserve a little praise for my plan to take you away and what I am about to do. But before everything, I live the fear on your face. It makes me want to sin. " He said coming close to my face and I could feel his disgusting breath on my face. " Prince Darsh... The crown prince of Magadh, Prince Vikram Aditya is approaching us. Seems like he figured out where we are." A soldier came in and informed me of the good news I had been waiting for.

Xilias's eyes widened, and he approached the desk to slap his hand on it, he said very excitedly “You know that His Majesty the Crown Prince exists in other dimensions, if we can bring back the true Crown Prince, then we can save everyone.” If things were that simple, he would have done it a long time ago, but he knows that it cannot be done this way. “ first of all, we cannot bring the crown prince back , because we do not know his whereabouts, and we don't know if he is alive or dead, and don't forget that he carried a dragon inside him while he is in another dimension, and this means that he is either dead, or he is a tyrant.” Aemon sighed heavily, before looking at the window next to him

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

He yelled, and the courtroom became as silent as a grave in a matter of seconds. “Where is this supposed Crown Prince that you have?!” Jon asked, and Sawyer scoffed. “The military arm of the South has failed.” Sawyer growled. “Bodies were seen outside of the Crown Prince’s room, and no one has bothered to confirm what is happening with the Prince?” “The Crown Prince is missing, and rather than finding him which should be the uppermost thing in our hearts, we are installing another Prince?!” Sawyer yelled. “Where is this done?!” “Speak one more word, and I might be tempted to throw you out.” King Jon growled.