Descendants Prince Ben Costume Novels & Stories

His crisp white button down shirt only added more attention to his emerald waistcoat, which detailed the most extravagant gold embroidery. His deep green bottoms colour coordinated with his waistcoat perfectly, completing the ensemble. His uniform was completed with the traditional Avalon cape which, much like his waistcoat, was a deep emerald shade with gold embroidery right down to the hem. He looked so good, incredibly fitting to the nickname she had given him.. Prince Charming.

"To you are the princes of the lower kingdoms." He pointed towards the princes table to let out a thunderous applause. "Now welcome my dear son, Crown Prince William Jong in!" He said so that all the princes were surprised and looked at Kai's seat previously, it was not there! How did they not notice his disappearance? They all looked at where the king had indicated. There is Jongin dressed as a royal prince in black and white gloves, holding the hand of a girl next to him with explosive beauty and femininity, her hair in dark black, wearing a white dress, revealing her legs and charms.

Not being able to stop herself, she held on tightly to the thirteenth prince’s arm while the other was used to grip the sides of her dress. She hoped that the little squeeze to the material of the dress she wore would not do any thing to damage it in any way or in any form. Since Henon, her mate was co side red to be the trash prince of the palace, the budget that was assigned to him by the Luna was little to nothing.

“They say he’s very handsome and quite the rake.” “He’s only 29,” I whispered. No one could hear me. “His birthday isn’t for a few more weeks.” And he’s not a rake, I thought to myself. But there was no use in saying any of it out loud. I could only hope that my family never learned of my connection to the prince. “I should go shopping today and find a nice dress,” Nadine mused. “I could head down to the convention center and try to meet the prince.” “It would certainly be very impressive if you managed to find the prince,” my father said, staring at Nadine proudly. “Imagine, my daughter, a princess!”

It's weighty and when he had them on, he saw reasons why men in royal regalia cannot be smart but took each step carefully. The door opened and he saw his dad walk in. The stewards helping him get dressed bowed before prince Clifford and he simply raised a hand. They stepped out, the both of them, leaving the father-son pair alone. Prince Clifford waited until he heard the door locked before turning to glance at his son. Andre bowed before his father and the prince tapped his shoulders. He was dressed in a royal regalia and a crown on his head already. His cloak was long to his feet and secured by the neck by a brooch. On his wrist were beaded bangles and golden rings on his fingers. His fat

I closed my eyes to enjoy the warm water while she sat behind me and combed my hair. "You must be excited for today. A lot of people are," Bridgette said. "I guess so," I answered. "Does every coronation get such attention?" She hummed in thought. "I'm not sure about that since the King has had the crown since he was sixteen, but people are curious about today." I didn't want to seek further details but what the prince told me last night stuck in my head. "Why is that?" "Because the crown originally belonged to Prince Benjamin's older brother, but he was killed."

His eyes were pools of liquid gold, glittering and glowing like the Sun. "And Sierpenti's Dorm Commander, Naval King of Kozen Akademis, First Prince of the Kingdom of Malecoy, His Highness Prince Murien Larimar Samudra." The masked man motioned at the prince on the corner left. He was in a sumptuous azure blue coat, graced with sapphires, lined and threaded with silver. On his neck was a stone blue cravat, bejewelled with an aquamarine brooch. His hands were gloved with black fabric which remained on the side of his black pants, which he slipped under a couple of knee-high boots.

The golden rays of the morning sun poured through the high windows of the royal palace, casting a warm glow across the grand marble staircase. Prince Lucian descended down the steps the fluid grace of a trained warrior, dressed in nothing but sport shorts, a black tank top clinging to his chiselers chest, and sleek black sneakers. A white towel dropped casually around his neck, and a water bottle swung from one hand. His jaw tense, his blue piercing eyes alert as the prince looked every inch of the Alpha he was born to be.

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

All our attention are being directed to the old wizard. "Continue!" Mr. Bates raises his voice making me almost say something in return but Maleficus glances towards me in a warning. "I thought it was Brad, but it was actually Nick pretending to be his brother, Brad. These two Princes have the same aura and strength, their beauty has very little difference against one another that one cannot tell who is who unless you have lived with them for years. And also it is right that the crowned Prince is Brad having finished all the difficult trials as the next Alpha King, however, the fated mate for your daughter and the Prince who married her, made love to her and the father of your future grandki