Daedric Princes の小説・ストーリー

He straightened up, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Ah, the lady of the hour. I'm Vincent, Noah's brother, the one who shuns the limelight of royalty." Vincent, the second prince. His name was a whisper in the castle, a shadow that few spoke of. He had the same regal bearing as Noah, but where Noah was ice, Vincent was fire. "Why are you here?" I questioned, trying to keep my voice steady. "To meet the famous Lyla, of course," Vincent replied, his voice smooth as silk. "The one who's turned our world upside down."

That would be— Oh, Goddess. "Madame Dalia." Nine perked at the voice, both her and Mom standing from their seats as they turned around and bowed. King Leonard Byron had not looked like she had expected him to. She already knew werewolves aged slower, but he looked young, for someone she knew had ruled Raester longer than she had lived, and at his left stood a look alike of his. The Crown Prince. Unlike everyone else, he didn't stare at her with disdain, or disgust. Instead, his face bore something of curiousity. Like he wanted to know more about her.

Drake was demonstrating the power that he possessed by stroking the crown that was affixed to his head. "Dylan, you are my dear brother; our bodies are made of the same stuff. You won't be able to get away from this situation no matter how much you try. You are the prince of the kingdom of Knight, and as such, you are responsible for maintaining the prosperity of the king.”

“Please stand, your Highness.” Prince Julien does what he instructs. Gianni begins unbuttoning the prince’s uppers. Eventually, he removes the outer garments. He does the tunic, next. When the tunic is undone, a thick muscular upper body greets him. Gianni’s eyes linger greatly on the perfect pecs and Adonis abs that the prince possesses. “What are you looking at?” the prince smiles sadistically. “Looking at these?” he reaches for Gianni’s right hand and places it on his abs.

he recounted the memory. “What happened to Dakarai?” I asked, stunned by his revelation. “He was forced to marry the princess and they had three children Akua, Adwoa, and finally an heir, Adisa. It is said he died not long after his heir was born, but word travels and I found that he ingested poison ending his life,” Gideon told me and the last part was barely audible. I scooted closer to Gideon and gave him a hug. “I am so sorry Gideon. I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t mean to make you upset. But I will say, thank you for sharing something so personal with me,” I said as I held him in my arms.

He reached for me again and I turned my face away from him. “You’re a pig, just like Dash, taking what you want and not caring about how that person feels.” I spat without looking at him. “We are animals, sweetheart. It’s in our nature. Dash was always the outsider in the family. Dane and I used to be close until he had what I wanted.” Kade said casually as he twisted the toothpick between his fingers while chewing it and eyeing my response. My eyes snapped up at him. “Family?” His brow lifted. “Now I have your attention.” He chuckled. “Dane and Dash are my brothers.”

“No one ever sees me as just Freddie. Except you.” “So, who are you, Freddie?” I asked, my voice soft. He reached out and touched my cheek. “My name is Frederick Archibald Charles Aster, Duke of Fernbook, Earl of Peming and Baron Highguard.” He took a breath. “Prince of Paradisia.” My eyes went wide. My jaw fell open. “What?” I gasped.

But this wasn’t just about me. Drew wasn’t some random sick bastard from the streets. He was a Prince. The Prince of the southern region. And Kade… well, he was a Prince from the north. If anything happened to Drew and they traced it back to Kade or me, it would be war. A real, bloody war. I had seen enough to know how quickly things could spiral. Still, the thought of letting him go made my stomach turn. After everything, the idea of him walking around, breathing, living like he hadn’t almost destroyed me... it made my skin crawl.

Salena added. Jessie gestured with her hand for the two of us to come closer as her eyes looked around as if to check that there was no one else close to us or within earshot. “The other reason why he earned his nickname of the ‘Dark Prince’ is because of the dark conflict that came about because of his birth. You see, although Prince Darius is the second prince, he was in fact born before the first prince. He’s the eldest out of the three. However, because his mother wasn’t crowned as queen, Prince Leonard got the position of the first prince instead. It’s well known just how much the ministers were split on that decision…” Jessie whispered to us.

Ambrose spoke clearly, his voice echoing around the rocky valley. A deal? You are lucky Fae Prince that I do not bite your head off. Rhae blinked slowly, trying to recall if she heard that right. Prince? Ambrose hadn't told her that she was a prince. Ambrose shook his head and tried again, "Please, Astarot, we need your help." The large purple draekon snickered and looked down at them again, Speak your needs. We will decide if we want to help. Ambrose turned to Rhae and nodded at her, standing and stepping behind her.