Descendants Prince Ben Costume Novels & Stories

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

“I-it is wonderful! Thank you for giving me this dress.” “Eh, it was bigger than me. Plus, I have numerous gowns so I believe you shall have that one for now.” I turned around the mirror to admire my reflection only to see a different image of myself once again. I was wearing a purple velvet gown with short sleeves and was straight down. It was a gown that was borrowed from Princess Scarlette’s closet. While the princess wears a green one. “Your royal highness, Miss Revington, we are ready for you,” the butler reminded us as we both stepped out of the room where Prince Caspian and Prince Benedict were fixing their own black and gold uniform with several medals attached to its sides.

"Stupid other world, stupid makeups, stupid castle, and stupid dresses." "Well, if only you'd cooperate then we could have gotten there earlier, no?" "Whatever." I let it slide since I was hungry. Seriously, princesses need to look like this everyday? What a pain. As we were going down the stairs. I saw that the princes were also dressed nicely. The twins were wearing blue long sleeved shirts and pants. There are some kinds of gold patches on their shoulders. Nate was well suited with his maroon colored tuxedo with a white shirt underneath. At the back, his red tux formed a 'W'. Ace was dressed in black, which made me wonder if he took my advice. It was buttoned down with gold lines going do

Now it looks like a black fancy arm bracelet. I grinned proudly at myself. It looks like I learned a thing or two on magic. “Come on guys.” I told Viex and Custard as I started to head out of my room. We walked all the way outside of the palace where everyone was. I saw the princes dressed nicely in their formal attires as they facilitated the men on where to place each item on the carriage. Ace was wearing a black and gold button-down suit with red detailing at the cuffs. Nate wore a white suit with a red vest underneath it. The wolf prince was wearing a navy blue suit that looks too fancy to be worn as casual attire.

Hugo and Ben left, and the door was closed. Just as they turned around, the prince returned. He was putting on a navy blue, double-breasted jacket to cover his naked upper body. He was perfectly toned and muscular; deep, defined lines tightened throughout his lean and firm muscles. “Did the girl eat? Has the healer arrived yet?” The prince asked Hugo and Ben. “Yes,” Ben answered, “She’s being checked by the healer now.” “Good.” The prince patted Ben’s shoulder then leaned against the wall while knotting the buckles with no intention of leaving with them.

The other men would dress in simple, white formal attire, adequate if not impressive. The prince spent a few minutes tending to his hair, combing it out into an obsidian black waterfall down his back, then putting it into a simple braid that ran from the back of his head to just above his waist. Satisfied, Hayward rang the little bell on the nightstand. As promised, an elven attendant appeared moments later. "We are ready," the prince said simply.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

His uncle and cousins are urging him to join the company and he said he will join once he accomplishes something in life. . Sitting on a horseback he was looking like a prince. The baraat procession filled with colours of joy and fervour stood at our entrance. I was decked up in a wine lehenga accompanied by traditional jewellery. Like the princess that I was, I wore my grandmother's jewellery. All beautiful and elegant. Feeling someone’s presence I lifted my eyes to look at the person through the mirror and I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed them again to be sure but it was true my prince stood behind me. Our gazes met through the mirror. He kept his hands on my shoulder and slowly turned

Surprisingly, Sebastian, and even Benjamin, who was known as the special forces king, came back from afar. As a father, he had never even heard of it, which shows how embarrassing it was. Some people had completely fallen for the looks of Sebastian and Benjamin, not only because of their faces, but also because of their distinctly different personalities. Sebastian had misty blue short hair, paired with a modified silver-white suit. He had a tall and handsome figure, with a rebellious charm, just like a mixed-blood prince. The tassels on his shoulders matched him well, and it was unknown who designed them. Around his waist, there was a stroke of genius with a silk belt.

God damn it, Luca in that high-collared black uniform, with the dark grey belt around his trim waist… My wolf howls inside me, rolling onto her back like she’s been knocked out cold. We’re never going to make it here, I whisper to her, laughing inwardly, but she doesn’t even bother to respond. This secret…might as well just spit it out now. “Nope,” Ben whispers, pitching his voice low enough that only I can hear the words as well as the humor lacing them, “I don’t think I’m the Princess’s taste at all.” I screw up my face and lean over, smacking Ben hard on the arm. But we both laugh, because we know he’s dead right.