I Became The Servant Of The Sickly Crown Prince Novels & Stories

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.

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

My heart skipped repeatedly as I slowly approached the door and opened it, only for seven female servants to walk into my room in a queue, each of them holding something. And then came Camila, the one who claimed to be the chosen bride while I was her substitute. “Today, Prince Vander will be crowned the alpha king of the pack. So you are meant to stand by his side as his chosen mate. Make sure to play a nice role out there.” While Camila spoke, the servants were already around me, undressing me. Two of them took me to the bathroom and had me washed like never before. I almost screamed as to how they scrubbed my skin.