Descendants Prince Ben Costume Novels & Stories

– @ – I walked carefully down the stairs, my ladies-in-waiting behind me, ready to catch me if I ever tripped. I was so focused on trying not to that I did not notice the prince standing in front of me with Harod on his side and two guards I have never met before. "Miss Vivienne, you look…" he took a breath in, and I did the same. He wore a black turtleneck with his black suit and pants. He wore no jewelry, except for a silver necklace. I will never get used to seeing the prince in reality, just inches away from me. "Agatha, Maia, Genevieve, you have my thanks," he dipped his head towards my ladies-in-waiting, who all curtsied deep before him.

The person beside him was dressed in a way that took just about two seconds to process … not a school uniform, not casual, something that carried the particular formality of someone who had been dressed for an occasion or perhaps simply dressed the way they always dressed. This was a typical royal attire as there was no other way to describe it. "Oh my God." The voice behind me had multiplied into at least three people now, all operating at a volume that suggested they had stopped caring about discretion. "They look so hot together. How is a girl supposed to choose?" I was not listening to them. My eyes had stayed on Ken and this other prince in the way they were walking, the easy proximity

He had dreamt of this moment for so long, yearned for the day when he would take up the mantle of leadership. Baron swiftly moved to Oswald's side, his hands deftly assisting in the task of dressing the prince for his important appearance. He smoothed out the wrinkles in Oswald's royal garments, making sure every button was in place and every fold perfectly aligned. The attire was regal, a deep crimson velvet robe with gold trimmings, symbolizing his status as the future king. The intricate embroidery depicted the royal crest, a majestic lion with a crown resting upon its head. Baron's eyes softened as he glanced at Oswald, seeing the weight of responsibility etched upon his face. "You look

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.

But to her dismay , when they came downstairs with the swimming kit and went into the pool room, there was already someone in the water. The prince's long, lean body cut through the water in a swift crawl, but when he reached the end of the pool,he stopped. ‘Oh,Ben, there you're,’he said. ‘Come in’. Elena stared in horrified fascination. The prince levered himself out of the water,his arms folded down over the edge. She could see the water draining off his torso. It was smooth, and perfectly muscled,toned like a sportsman. Ben was scrambling out of his clothes as fast as he could, the moment he was fitted,he ran and jumped into the water.

Dearon gestured at the seat next to Seth. I kept my expression blank as I stepped toward the Prince. I looked at him closely and instantly regretted wearing the black gown threaded with gold. He was dressed in a black jacket adorned with golden straps and black pants. Now, I looked as if I had chosen my clothing to match his. To my excuse, I hadn't had many gowns to choose from. Angela had brought me two, and I had chosen the darker one over the other, which was almost white… Surprisingly, the Prince got up and gentlemanly pulled out a chair for me. “I barely recognized you,” he murmured as his eyes devoured every inch of my exposed skin. “You look astonishing without all that dirt marring y

The instructor had whispered to them that he was the prince. The way he carried himself and his countenance showed that he was important and he knew it. Prince Benji sauntered across the training field with the smug confidence only a royal could wear so easily. His dark curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his brow as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a lean, toned torso already decorated with a few battle scars. He had the kind of charm that came with too much privilege and the power to back it up. And right now, his gold eyes were fixed on Rain.

mom pursed her lips, "Carl invited all his friends and his family. Ben's grandmother, uncle, aunts and cousins included." "Here he is!" An unfamiliar voice shouted making Ben let out an audible sigh. I narrowed my eyes at him as a woman approached us and looked down at Ben, "my little Prince, I've been looking for you everywhere!" The woman was wearing a short pink dress which hugged her body a little bit too tightly if you'd ask me. Her breasts and ass were literally visible. Ben glanced up at me before dramatically mouth, ‘my innocent eyes’ making me snort. There was another woman who was behind the was dressed almost the same like her and an older woman beside them who was dressed more ap

Delilah blushed at the applause as I walked her past the mountain twins and to where everyone was waiting for us. To the surprise of no one, André led the applause with one of the princes in a baby Björn on his chest. I don’t know which prince, but he was in a teal and gold baby suit. I didn’t have to ask where the other three were. I noticed Darren had one of the princesses with a lavender and gold dress on his chest. And then it looked like Zio Alec had the other prince dressed in a lavender and gold suit while Crista had the other princess dressed in a teal and gold dress.

Stopping halfway, he opens his mouth, but no words come out. “Do I look strange?” I asked. “Fuck no…” Prince Novak breathes, “Now I’m regretting the plan.” Giggling, I look at myself in the mirror. Prince Novak had chosen a long sleeve black dress, open from the back and a long slit on the right leg. Crystals decorated the sleeves of the dress. My short hair, straighten, gleamed like fire under the room’s light. Feeling sure that I look good, I turn and ask Prince Novak to go.