I Became The Youngest Prince In The Novels & Stories

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

Stefen says carefully. I grunt. "Rest doesn’t want me." We start walking. My boots echo against the cold marble of the hall. "The prince of WaterPine Pack arrived this morning. He’s waiting in the west wing." "The younger one?" I sigh, knowing what a handful he is. "Yes. He wishes to speak with you. Also … about your succession plans …" "Find me a child," I say. Stefen blinks. "A powerful one. Young enough to train from scratch."

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

They explained. "Oh...?" Sybb muttered and looked outside the carriage. "The first prince, Skye, is seventeen years old, right?" Laggas, Sybb’s elder brother, asked. Laggas is the first prince of their kingdom, the West Kingdom. "That's right." their parents answered. "You are just five years younger than Skye." they told him. "Because I am only one year older than Sybb." Laggas said. Their parents laughed.

"Let's just talk about something else, okay?" "Okaay." I said and started to open my mouth to ask him the question that was bubbling inside my head. "You're a younger sibling, right?" "Correct." "Why aren't you a candidate as King here?" He snorted. It was as if the thought had come to his mind. "I'm 14. Too young to be a candidate. You have to be 16 and above to enter." He said bitterly and looked away. I was about to say something more when someone tapped Prince Chace lightly on his shoulder. We both looked at the man and my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the fine creature standing and waiting beside Prince Chace. Prince Fred nodded at me in acknowledgement before looking at Prince Ch

She would tell him everything and make him believe her. Except the operative who had just been in her room had told her they’d shot the two youngest princes, and that one of them was in critical condition. The youngest princes were only children—maybe six to eight years old. Just babies—like Jeffrey. Pain ripped through her chest and she knew she couldn’t say anything to Haggoz. She would keep her secrets to keep her son safe as long as she could. And if and when it all blew up in her face, she’d deal with it as it came along. What else could she do?

he swallowed and shyly laughed. "What?" I asked. "I was jealous," he answered after a while, looking at me with intensity. "Why would you be?" "I know I'm the youngest prince. And when it comes to fulfilling my lifelong dreams or doing things that doesn't benefit me as a royalty, I don't always have the best of luck getting support from my father. But still…I am a prince. And as bratty as it may sound, I'm used to being the first," he sighed, sitting more casually now and looking at the cloudy sky above us.

“The First Prince, Kendrick, manages most of the royal affairs. Many believe he will become the next king.” “The youngest prince is lively and popular among the nobles. The palace is always noisy when he returns.” She hesitated briefly before mentioning the last one. “And the second prince…” Her voice dropped lower. “People rarely see him.” I frowned slightly. “Why?” The maid quickly shook her head as if she had already said too much. “It is better not to ask too many questions in this palace.” With that, she hurried away down the corridor. **** After thinking about it for some time, I decided to shove the thought away from my head.

He was not as strong as the eldest prince, but very resourceful, and had always been considered the most promising heir. Most of the other princes chose to join the team of the eldest or second prince. In addition to a few underage princes who were unable to take part in the war and gave up, there was one person who attracted everyone's attention and became the third team. He was the third Prince of the old king, Beowulf Cameron.

Jin Shouzhi said respectfully. "How dare you! My Big Brother is the eldest of the God's princes and has accumulated incomparable merits. It is reasonable for the God, our father, to confer the reward. How could the youngest 13th prince do that! What the h*ll is he! F**k off! Don't disturb us!" the 8th prince said sharply, leaving no face for the envoy.