Descendants Prince Ben Costume Mga Nobela at Kwento

Presently Princess Bellona, daughter and only Descendants of Moon Goddess. She walks down the aisle; she is wearing a black gown with a high slit, exposing her freshly shaved leg and her smooth skin. The up part of her gown is off shoulders, the black gown flows beside her in heavy waves. Her white hair is straightened and is falling down her waist silky, her makeup is done to perfection. The eyeshadow highlights her purple eyes, her lips coated in red lipstick. She looks strong and powerful, her back straightened, her shoulders high and her head straight and forward.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome, the arrival of His Royal Highness, Prince of Burkese, Duke of Winterbourn, Prince Isodore. Her Royal Highness, Duchess of Burkese, Princess Aimrose.” With respect, the guests stepped aside for the arrival of the Prince and Princess. They looked regal. The Prince was in a sharp dress in a royal uniform with his medals of honor pinned on his chest with Royal Family Order sash over his shoulder. The Princess was drop-dead gorgeous, making me starstruck in her black floor-length gown. I followed when everyone applauded as the Prince and Princess were about to pass by the isle. I was so drawn that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Something about her aura

"Yes, My Lord..." An hour had passed. Prince Alphonso is dressed in royal red with a golden embroidery tunic, black slocks, and black shoes. His hair is brushed to the side, giving a little highlight on his side jaws. "Brother!" Princess Corine looks so amazed by how his brother is dressed for today while Prince Alphonso is busy buttoning up his sleeves. "You look enchanting!" The Princess compliments as the Prince looks a little off in his smile. "Are you okay, brother?" Corine asks her brother as she scans at her brother's face.

His long silver hair had blue streaks among them and his long eyelashes were silver. His lips were pink, the lower lip slightly fuller than the top. His nose wasn’t big or small, it was just perfect for his face. He was pale, just like every other silver-blood Hazel had come across and he was dressed in a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a pair of gray pants and a pair of black dress shoes. The ladies curtseyed in front of the royal family and the prince smiled, his gaze quickly wandering over the figures of the ten candidates.

Queen replied taking his hands. " Um... " They got in line and soon began moving forward. Jemmy, on the other hand, stood beside, The guy one of the guys she admired who was made, Prince. He was also wearing a Red Tuxedo with silver cufflinks. The outfit matched perfectly with the Prince's aura he exuded. " Oh my! I almost couldn't recognize you anymore, Princess Jamimah " He said with a small bow as he stretched his arm forward towards her. Funny how he happened to be one of the few people who addressed her by her full name.

"And my territory stays in my grip." Across the raised platform, a sudden, joyful burst of sparkling starlight and dark shadow erupted near the tactical holotable. "Catch me, Vesper!" a clear, squeaky voice giggled. Three-year-old Crown Prince Silas bounded across the bridge deck on his sturdy little feet! The prince was radiant, dressed in a royal blue velvet tunic with mini meteor-steel boots and silver shoulder pauldrons. His dark curls tumbled around his forehead, and his silver-gold eyes sparkled with mischievous intelligence and endless energy.

But there was no time for rest: the king had decreed a dinner and a ball for that evening… the first occasion where the three princes were required to publicly present their chosen protectors. Chaos reigned in the princely suite. A small army of servants descended upon me on Zade's orders. Hours later, when I finally looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. My gown was fashioned from midnight-black silk that shimmered like Noctis's scales. My back was left completely bare, while the front was adorned over my chest with silver, armor-like embellishments. My white hair had been arranged into intricate braids, and the wound on my forehead was concealed beneath a delicate silver circlet

Brawen rushed over. Chris' voice came from the dragon's wings: "Change clothes, want to see?". “…” A little later, from the dragon's wings, a real white horse prince appeared, oh no, I'm afraid the white horse prince in the fairy tales can't be compared with Chris. The black royal suit designed for a straight prince reveals his tall and perfect body, neat golden dresses attached to the sides of the shirt, even the shoulder pads are meticulously made, in the back, the shirt white cape fluttering in the wind. This is the royal aura that surpasses the world.

“Congratulations. That is fantastic news. Onyx shakes Aiden’s hand before excusing himself to collect something. Onyx has a Gold, White, and Blue box as he returns. “What is this?” King Aiden asks Onyx as he hands it to the two of them. “Just a little something.” Onyx stands behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach to watch the pair of them. “I will hold it; you open it.” Aiden requests Judith. She slowly slips the cover off the box and holds up the little jumpsuit for the prince. “Oh, look how gorgeous this is!” Judith is overjoyed looking at all of the details on the little outfit. “Where did you find this? I was looking for something similar when Aiden told me we needed an introduct

After all, it goes along with her position. What would make aunt start such a club? Does she believe that the descendant of the war god is revealed soon? What significance does the descendant and the relic have in this peaceful era. “Katie!” Alexander ran to her and wrapped her in a tight hug. The prince’s gesture brought Katie back to reality, but what startled her most was the Prince’s demeanor. Was he this cheerful before? “Hello, Prince Alexander”, Katie greeted, patting Alexander’s back. “Oh! You’re real!” Alexander pulled away, revealing a tired face, dark and baggy eyes, and a slightly slumped posture. “Sorry about that, I’ve been-”