Descendants Prince Ben Costume Novels & Stories

He was dressed in an all black outfit with golden embroidery as well, his black hair sleek to match those haunting black orbs of his. It was evident from the way he carried himself and the deep frown and cold, yet bored expression, that he could not care less about the glitz and glam of the royal family truly…or so he feigns. And lastly, the youngest of the Princes and known to be the sharpest, Prince Edward all dressed in a maroon shade of outfit, similar to Prince Harris, only in a shade brighter. The three went ahead and settled on their seats beside the others, Prince Harris by Prince Alexander’s side, while Prince Mikhail and Prince Edward to the Queen’s side, and that was it, the entir

“It's a boy, your majesty.” “Yesss, it's a boy.” Candice squealed. “What do you want to name him?” Candice asked. “Rossi Junior.”

I said, to which Prince Barlion nodded his head. After deciding that I would patch him up in a few minutes to leave the wound to cool off, I picked up the used bandage and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Returning back to the chamber, I walked over to the small dining table and sat down. "I'll be heading out for my mission tomorrow." Prince Barlion said, forcing my attention over to him. Once my eyes were on him, Prince Barlion stood up and walked in to his study. Shorty after, he returned with a white Miner's dress. Walking over to me, he dropped the dress on the table infront of me.

A circle of silver leaves and blue gemstones graced his head, emphasizing his princely status. Alora, the birthday princess, was dressed in a gown that resembled a starry night sky. Her dress featured layers of dark blue and navy fabric that seemed to twinkle with tiny, embedded moonstones. The bodice was adorned with delicate silver and sapphire sequins, mimicking a celestial canopy. A silver tiara, adorned with small crystal stars, graced her head, making her appear as if she were the queen of the night. Her hair was expertly styled in a French braid that framed her face and led to a bun at the back, creating an intricate and ethereal look.

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

The king was happy with that, and resolved to join them too. “That's good. I can go with you.” “That's good. You need to exercise yourself a little.” “You are right. I will join you soon,” he said, and excused himself. Then, the Prince focused on the television and waited for him. In the next few minutes, the King joined him with his Long-sleeved flannel shirt, denim overalls, cowboy boots, and a straw farming hat. “I'm set. Let's go,” he announced. The Prince looked at him, and admired his dressing, “You look good with your outfit, my father.”

She stopped right in front of the portal and gathered her raven hair into a thick tail at the back of her head, twisting it into a knot and using some form of band to secure it. “Whatever are you wearing, Gemma?!” Apparently Jayce wasn’t the only one to finally register her appearance. “It’s not appropriate!” “One, Beckett, to be the Prince of the Summer Court, you can hardly tell me my outfit is not appropriate. Clothing has always been very much optional in every corner of your kingdom. Two, these are clothes that B and I picked out together when I stayed with the Fees. Three, they’re certainly more comfortable that any corseted official dress that I would have invariably been forced into

The only prince, descendant of the beautiful and kind Queen Helena. “People outside the castle started talking about Prince Alessandro. They inquired about his whereabouts who had never left the palace and they also wanted to know how the last descendant of Queen Helena, whom they admired so much, was like,” said Albert, who often heard gossip in the market when he was disguised.

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

That rugged-looking guy is the Prince? Both guards lowered their heads and said to themselves, "I am really in trouble now!" Well, they will not to be blamed too, as the Prince really was wearing inappropriate clothes for a Prince status. Once inside the living room, everyone was served with pastries and refreshments while Edward Bairn fetches some clothes in his room for the Prince to spare. They have talked earlier while walking towards their mansion. The prince asked for an assistance. He doesn't want to go back into the palace wearing the shabby clothes that the mother and daughter paired lent.