Descendants Prince Ben Costume Novels & Stories

Nobles, warriors, and emissaries from every corner of the beast kingdom had gathered, eager to witness the young prince, whose birth had long been whispered about in tales of prophecy and destiny. As evening fell, the grand doors opened, and Lucien appeared at the top of the grand staircase. His gold-embroidered tunic shimmered in the torchlight, every thread reflecting the legacy of his father. The deep crimson sash wrapped across his chest bore the family crest, embroidered with the strength of their ancestors. A delicate bronze crown, lightly tipped with ivory, rested on his head—a symbol of authority, responsibility, and the weight of the future. His golden eyes glimmered with both curio

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.

Kharim Celia approached there. When Kharim Celia opened the door, Prince Arsh was exposed there. He wears the elegant attire of a true Prince, it is navy blue with a logo on the chest, a kind of bird that symbolizes the Kingdom of Norland. Whatever he wears, suits her. Even though it may be the dress of a poor Norlander, his elegance and good looks will always appear and appear.

I said firmly. "Oh, Ben, my friend. You did dress yourself." he replied, emphasising the word did,"but now you are an official member of the Royal family. My mother dresses you." he almost looked remorseful. "You did know mating my sister made you a Prince consort, right?" "Yes, I mean, it makes sense. I just never thought about what that would mean or look like." I sighed, not really knowing what to say. "Course, I knew she was a princess. I just never saw myself titled as a prince when I was her mate." I admitted as we walked into the royal tailors room.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

There was also an envelope with a note that said: My princess, as long as I live , I will see to it that everything taken from you is restored. I felt breathless when I read those words, but for a moment I wondered if the surprise was really Caled 's . What if it was your brother's? He probably already knew I was going to Mudab . If he thinks he's going to buy me gifts, he's sorely mistaken. I will never marry someone because of a contract. I am not an object to be exchanged for business. That will never happen. I opened the other package and found a beautiful gold bracelet, adorned with blue stones. I held it before my eyes and felt my heart race when I saw a pendant in the shape of a falco

“Miss Iris, Prince Otis is here” Agnes went ahead to open the door and I stumbled past her to stand before the Prince, my eyes moving to stare back at him. Dressed in his Royal attire once again, this time with a symbol of his family crest just over his heart. He looked simply stunning with his hair smoothen to the back, there was no mistake. He was indeed a Prince. “So handsome” I whispered out loud before realizing I had. I gasped in shock, covering my mouth with both my hands to stop myself from saying anything further embarrassing.

“You look quite dashing yourself.” Alec was dressed as Prince Charming. It was the only costume that Morana brought for him that didn't involve tights. Although the breeches or pantaloons or whatever the hell they were called back then are pretty darn tight. But he liked the costume because of the blue and gold ornate coat and the white ruffly thing at the neck. He swept his dark hair to the side, laying it down neatly and I have to admit, the outfit just kind of fits him, personality-wise.

Become the Prince and next King of The Berhalksawn Palace. And in this Gran Cup, he'll be the leader of the 2 teams; he can't help but think what his father was thinking. He was a 10-year-old, he lacks everything. Well for now. He knows that the cup will be held in the next couple of years, his preparation was long and he knows his going to be stronger. He looks at the mirror. Wearing a more casual look every immortal would wear. Wearing a long-sleeve black cloak, long sleeve polo, and a tie. Wearing a khaki-colored shorts. He looks like a normal boy that's for certain,

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!