Denmark's Prince 소설 & 이야기

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

"My prince ,Mr idiot, which is surprisingly I just realized his name to be Asim ,got up and bowed . I turned too and bowed . "What is going on here ," the prince asked and I shook . "Nothing my prince , everything is fine ," he replied and the prince just nodded and said. "Let's go ,I am running late , and then he walked out . "You just got saved by me ,bye pumpkin ,he smirked and pecked my cheek . I tried chasing him but he ran out before I could get to him . Disgusting ,I cleaned my poor cheek a thousand times,I hate that guy .

“Thank you for attending the courtship dance, my lords and ladies,” the priest smiled warmly at the gathered crowd. “With the blessing of the gods upon the prince and princess’ engagement, they’ve both considered each others’ kingdom as their responsibility. Now, with your generous donations, Princess Katie believed that it will go where it is truly needed: as an aid to the Kingdom of Anatolia.” The nobles clapped with approval and they all nodded politely at King Alaster. The King greeted back, unable to mask the surprise and gratefulness in his expression. Alexander turned to Katie, his expression identical to his father’s. Katie grinned from ear to ear and nodded shyly.

The sound of the drums followed again, and behind the king appeared three young men and a beautiful girl with tufts of snow. For the screaming to rise again. "God, have mercy on me." Damontry rolled her eyes. She looked again at the princes to notice that they were only four, and bent down a little to whisper to Danielle. "They are four, where is the Fifth Prince!" No sooner had she finished her sentence than a huge gray wolf appeared in the middle of the princes. "Ladies and gentlemen, Your Highness, the Prince and Crown Prince, William Jong-in." In the palace where the bodies were swaying here and there and some classical music appears in the background.

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!

I wished he would stop looking at me. I was introduced to the other princes. Darwin and Daniel. Prince Daniel, the beta, had been the one to call him earlier on. Darwin, the gamma, was calm and quiet. He laughed when it was needed, and mostly shook his head in response. Jace Ivan, a cousin to the princes, made jokes regularly, which made everyone laugh. The little princess Emilia stayed glued to her mother, while Darla kept staring at me, turning to her brother, alpha David occasionally.

Sighing in disbelief at Dereck's interrogation, Prince Alphonso licks his lower lips as he mumbles softly, "He is just a simple man. He is the Prince of the Hangey Kingdom." "Oh!" Dereck exclaims as he feels stupid for forgetting the late Prince of the Hangey Kingdom. Then, he awkwardly rubs his nape as he mutters under his breath, "I thought it was just a random man named Francisco." Puffing out his air, the Prince shrugs. "I cannot also blame you for assuming a random man." Tapping his fingers on the table, Dereck heartily question, "do you want to read it?" Carving out an apologetic smile, the Prince feels a tickle of guilt down to his spine. He couldn't bring himself to read the letter.

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

A silence in which nobody could whisper a legend into life. “My way,” I whispered to myself “No bodies. No trials. No accusation that can turn the High Elder’s temper into a feud. Tonight I will make him nothing more than a memory. The crown will never be stained for it.” “And the prince?” Raven, my wolf asked me “The prince is a problem,” I admitted. I did not like admitting the truth even to Raven, truth was a door that when opened let drafts in, but the prince had shown his teeth in the courtyard, he had defended the slave with something close to possessiveness. If I could remove the possibility of that possessiveness becoming political, then I could still tilt the court my way.