I Became The Youngest Prince In The Novels & Stories

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

Wait, is that true? "Just kidding," said the prince out of the blue, his voice warm and gentle, and sat back down without saying anything else about him. Danger alert. The other prince shot up from his seat and contrary to his twin, he didn't bother to put up a smile. "Guren Cairox Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy—who is older between me and Lazul is none of your business—a member of Sierpenti and the second ranker of this year." He plopped down his spot and shifted his two-colored eyes on me, then gave me a grin so bright and wide.

The doors to the court room opened, announcing the arrival of the special guest. “His Highness the Seventh Prince, Prince Ivan!” Orlov craned his neck to get a good look at the young boy who was brought to Ichares a few weeks prior. He had been raised outside of civilized society and was a bit of an oddball. He was tall for a boy so young, with startling blue eyes that drew everyone to him. Blue eyes were rare in Vasil country, as they were a staple of a few minority groups. The boy knelt and said his greetings to the king. He appeared obedient and docile, but when he looked up, there was a certain fire in his eyes that made Kassio curious.

Prince Alexios, 21; Princess Olympia, 19; and Prince Ezio, 18; the royal siblings from Greece. The prince of Denmark, Prince Joachim, 19. Prince Zouhair, 20, from Morocco. Prince Henrik, 20, from Netherlands. The famous twins, Princesses Astrrid and Clementine, 19; from Belgium. Princess Akari, 21, from Japan, who is the only Asian royal to join. Prince Sigvard, 21, from Sweden. Prince Flint, 21; Prince Jet, 18; from Norway. “Shit.”

8 years later - The palace courtyard was in chaos, attendants and maids were running around checking every bush and shrub. "Did you find the princes?" One of the maids asked. The guard who looked thoroughly harassed shook his head. 8-year-old crown prince Prahastha and 6-year-old prince Ryan were sneaking through the stables. "Are you sure it's here?" Ryan asked. "Yes, cousin Ishaan has told me." " If mother finds out we'll be in trouble," Ryan said anxiously.

Reu, without wasting time, continued, "So for finalizing the deal I would like to invite our prince, Chungyong Shin Reu Qyunshu." The atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed from dead serious to a dumb-folded silence. Everyone in the hall started to look at each other as if asking, 'if you heard the same?' but as the little five years old walked in his white and blue tuxedo, his shinning blue hair and cold blue eyes made everyone feel chills running down their spine. Before anyone can protest or every react the little boy said, "I know you all are thinking that I am too young to announce anything or let alone decide. But I would like to remind you all that I am the prince of this kingdom and

He was the popular prince Damien? Prince Damien– nicknamed The golden prince of all princes, was so popular, his reputation preceded him far and wide. It was said that he was the youngest person ever to defeat a crowned king in history, when he accompanied his father to a war, two years ago. At such a young age, he had achieved feats so many crowned kings hadn't been able to. The guards’ eyes flicked to me, suspicion in their gazes. “What’s she doing here?” one of them asked, glancing nervously between me and this prince Damien. “We apologize if her presence has caused you any trouble, your highness.”

"Yes, he is your cousin." I take a quick glance at the three musketeers and walk towards the dining table. And take the seat at the head. My mum, Mike and Kelvin follow suit, sitting so close to me. "So what do you say, Eric?" I clear my throat. "Well, first of all, I am sure you all know by now that I am the prince. I was born a prince, lived the life of a prince, of fucking royalty, and I would remain one. I am the next king.

KING: King Esaak First Born Prince: Esmaeel (38 yrs old), married to Dorothea Second Prince: Esmond (35), married to Felicity Third Prince: Esriel (33), betrothed to someone not mentioned yet Fourth Prince: Esegar (30), bachelor Fifth Prince: Esaias (28), bachelor Youngest and Only Princess: Adessa (21), about to marry Alpha Kael Also, to those who are upset with the long wait,😔 I know I don't need to explain every time, but maybe we have new readers here. I also have a life (a family, a shop, and a subscription page). I can just "not" write here but I'm still here for my readers. 💚

"Stop exaggerating, it has only been 500 years." What?! "I'm sure he had grown up into a fine young man, it will be great if I get to see him again atleast once?" "Elqenna," king Kaida sigh, "you know that can't happen." "I know, it just that prince Zane is like a son to me." "When the time is right you will meet him again." Elqenna smiled, "Prince Zane, is going to be know as the first prince in history who got betrothed at a very young age." Elqenna left what she was doing and turn her eyes to me.