I Became The Servant Of The Sickly Crown Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said. "Yes, Anna." "What if he dies?" "If the Prince dies without a successor, we all will be destroyed. The King is no longer able to give an offspring. He is the last Prince, our only hope. The king actually had an older brother but was removed from the line of succession because he was disabled. He only had one eye." "But he can function well, right? It's just an eye that he loses." "No, dear. The future King must be physically perfect. His name is Grigori. He is now the King's main advisor."

I serve three powerful men. The first is the sickly crown prince, Julius Belgrave. He uses me as a test subject for his medicines, all while pining for the woman he loves—Bianca Wells, the one who has been sent away to marry a foreign prince for the sake of a political alliance. The second is the scheming ninth prince, Lucian Belgrave. "You're nothing but a pawn," he says as he grabs me by the waist, his smile mocking. "How dare you think someone like me could ever love you!" The third is the haughty royal advisor, Cillian Macht. "You're nothing but a lowly servant," he says, barely sparing me a glance. "Do yourself a favor and stay out of my sight." Then I reach the age when I'm

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

"Poor thing. Married to a corpse." I stared at the mirror and said nothing. The Omega — her name was Margaux, I learned — led me through the palace grounds at a pace that suggested she had better things to do. She pointed at buildings and rattled off information like reading from a list. "The Prince is the King's only heir. He was ambushed during a battle with rogues three months ago. Severe injuries. He hasn't woken since." She said it flatly, the way people talk about weather that hasn't changed. "There are rules here. Many of them. Don't wander. Don't speak out of turn. Don't enter restricted wings without escort."

she bowed and I shot her a dagger stare. “Do not differ my orders, Amelia.” “But my lady, he is the crown prince, and he” I cut her off immediately, I really wasn't interested in whatever she wanted to say. “And he might have me killed? Isn't it? Good.” I know I am overreacting already, but there is nothing I can do, I really do not want the crown prince and with all, he is doing, I'm gradually beginning to hate him dearly. “Do not forget you made him a promise, my lady.” she asserted the very moment I thought she was done and I banged my hands on the table.

Master Ken wasn't having it, "But you've done it a couple of times already, Your Highness." The Crown Prince recoiled slightly, as though he had been punched. He bowed his head in shame, feeling like he had committed a grave error. Ili looked on and couldn't contain her smirk. "You always say that, Your Highness!" she jested, trying to lift the mood. The Crown Prince shot a glare at Master Ken, "You, Master Ken, fix your tone! Don't you know who I am?" Master Ken responded in his usual stoic way, "You're Master Ken, aren't you?"

Demetrius chipped in, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “I knew it! Everyone knows” she sounded really excited. “What else?” She shifted closer to Demetrius. “Ice prince, half human half beast,” Demetrius added, and I angrily jabbed my fork with the plate but nothing moved her. Demetrius spared me a glimpse. She pulled her hands together, showing one to the other in a demonstration. “That's right, the crown prince possesses the blood of a human and a beast, and he is like a mad dog who doesn't know where to bark or when to bark…”

Serina shrieked, her voice cracking as she tried to hold up his limp body. The palace guards roared, rushing forward to seize the traitor, but Kaelric leveled the bloody sword at them, his eyes wild and bloodshot. "Yes! I did it! And so what?" he spat, a manic grin stretching across his face. "I am the Crown Prince! The throne is mine by blood and by steel! None of you can touch me!" "Oh my god..." Zayla whispered, backing away in horror. Remiel remained tied to the pole, his head bowed, his expression unreadable behind a curtain of dark hair.

“I don’t mean to be the fore bearer of bad news but—” In one searing moment, I closed our distance, grabbing his neck, and pushing his back against a pillar, a series of cracks followed. “Speak.” My voice had dropped to a dangerous tune, my eyes widened, overshadowed by days of dread and overwhelming rage. His grin still remained intact, “Jasper finally got his greatest wish, he has been crowned the new king of Warwick. And,” He grinned wider, seeing the sunken look on my face. My grip on his neck tightened, “The beloved princess of Warwick—sorry, queen of Warwick who completed the succession ceremony has suddenly taken a leave,” He searched my eyes, waiting before he dropped the most horrif

If they find out I’m a fraud, I’m getting hanged at the square. To make matters worse, the Crown Prince is handling the entire project. He might put me on his radar if I come into contact with him. Particularly if there is an out-of-place servant like me roaming around a ball filled with VIPs. He’ll handle my fate as easily as he handles anyone who crosses him.