Cry For Me Crown Prince Novels & Stories

“But even so, the Council demanded security for the throne and insisted a new heir apparent be named.” The words hit like a blow to the head, leaving me blindsided and struggling to pull air into my lungs. “Felix was named Crown Prince.” What. The. Fuck.

“If you're not interested in me, it would be pointless to argue with my brother over this.” Gratefully, I hold his hands tighter. Then he nods at me and I know what to do. “I, Ciciane Humphrey, the only daughter of the late Alpha of Eclipse Howlers, reject Crown Prince Herod Godfrey, as my mate. From this moment on, we shall remain as nothing more than friends." “I, Crown Prince Herod, accept your rejection.” A sharp agony creeps through my chest, stealing the air from my lungs. I gasped several times eagerly but to no avail. My mind becomes clouded and the strength in my knees disappears, causing me to fall back into my chair.

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”

he asked lazily, the sinister smile on his face making violence feel extremely necessary. That smile, arrogant stupid smile. This fool must have forgotten who exactly he was dealing with. The entire underground restaurant had gone silent now. Every eye locked onto our table while tension spread through the room like poison. I stepped forward slowly. One step. Then another. My heels echoed sharply against the marble floor while Rico’s men subtly reached toward their weapons. Good. I hoped they did. One of the fake versions of my papa smiled wider. “Princess,” fake papa said warmly.

He offered his hand and added, “Welcome to Colsier, the land of the rising sun.” Stepping out of the carriage, the very first thing that greeted Emery was the swift cold wind passing by. And the next person that came upon her gaze was a blond man seemingly several years younger than her. Still, he was taller and also bore the insignia of the royal family on his military uniform. She curtsied before him. “It is an honor to finally meet you in person, Prince Cornelius,” she greeted. “I am Emery Trigon, one of the candidates for the empress position. I look forward to working with you.”

But something has definitely gone wrong. I lean forward, but I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling as Cedric continues. “The Crowned Prince, Kian, has been gravely injured in battle,” the minister chokes out. His hands begin to tremble and he quickly tucks them under his sleeves but there’s nothing he can do about his voice. “The King is a few camps away but he’s going to reach his son soon. But the medics say he’s not going to survive.”

Once upon a time she did not know Arthur's identity. But the first words that came out of William 's mouth when she saw this gentle and elegant young man in fancy dress were, "Prince Arthur, why are you here?" In her last life, Elinor always wanted to be the queen, so she was secretly prying, after paying attention to inquire, she really found out that Arthur is the younger brother of King Alexander, and the rumor in the capital is that King Alexander's health is not good and wants to make his younger brother, Arthur, become the next king.

I don’t want to, but here I am, standing outside the throne room. “ Look who is here. ” A boy chuckles. He has familiar grey eyes and black hair but I have never seen him before. “ Where is Drew?! ” Aleister yells hysterically. “ Careful, Brother. You are talking to the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of South. ” He snarls. “ Crown Prince? ” Aleister, who looked ready to throw hands, suddenly freezes. His breath hitches, his face turns pale and everything in him…goes absolutely still as he stares the other boy down.

He was lost and tired of everything, he didn't have his own path, that was what led him to loose to that d*mn Crown Prince. I sympathized him since I thought that he deserved so much. His background story was just everything! His expression was so legit! It made me cry and it made me loathe the Crown Prince even more. I couldn't understand why he even had to face death (not literal)! He was still the 2nd Male Lead, even though he was also the villain in the Crown Prince and everyone else's perspective! I despised it terribly. I was a loyal fan of the 2nd Prince.