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“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

I don't wanna be cursed, I prefer to step down before getting on the throne. 'And...who will be the alpha?' Prince protested, he is indeed the alpha...he wants the power. 'I don't care...I want to live a normal life. As normal as fuck...I want to be like a human, stay old with his wife...and children. I want to be normal.' Prince doesn't reply. He is quiet the whole day. While Remus looking outside from his window...he is looking at the new maids and slaves who are being trained outside. All of them have the same face, Fear.

“I hope you’re no longer conflicted.” Katie chuckled. “I apologize for troubling you about that,” she took a deep breath. “I still am but serving the people is out of the question. Let’s do our best!” To the prince’s surprise, the princess raised her hand for a high-five! Alexander couldn’t fight off a smile as he gently clapped his hand with the princess’. Of course she’s the type to do a high-five.

The prince was so pissed! "And who is she?" "Your highness, her friend need that book to get heal" "Tell me where we can find her right now!" ************ "And how could you do such silly act!" "I'm sorry, thought the prince might take the book away and we need it here. Perhaps you should praise me for being smart" "Ooh yeah, you're such a smart kid but listen the prince is looking you and as we speak they're on their way here to take you!"

"I have to be honest with you, Shana, I don't like him. I don't trust the Prince at all." "I don't really know how to feel about him," I said, biting my lip. "He's a bit confusing to understand." "What's he really like? Is he always joking around like that with you too?" I nodded. "I think that's just his personality. He reminds me a bit of James, but cheekier and more mischievous," I answered, recalling the prince's playful demeanor during the tour and all the other times we've talked. Lucas sighed, a troubled look in his eyes. "I don't trust people who play games. We need to be careful around him, especially with what we're dealing with."

Eternal. "The prince grew up," Kyle continues. "He became taller, older, maybe a little bit braver. But he never forgot the princess with the brave eyes. He searched for her. For years and years, he searched." "Did he find her?" Alexander is completely still now. Absorbed. "He thought he did. He met someone who seemed familiar. Someone who claimed to remember that dark place. And the prince was so desperate to find his princess that he believed her. He wanted to believe her."

“You can’t depend on me to fix your minor messes forever.” Tears filled my eyes. “Klover. You will always have a place here.” The princes… Something is wrong there. They are lethargic, and they don’t seem princely. Granted, I’ve never been around a ton of princelings, but one would think that they would act a little like my father. After all, he had once been a prince.

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

the Prince said to my mother and I offered to take him there “What do you mean take me there? Do you think I brought him here for decorations? He wouldn’t do anything than read like a possessed person ever since you left. Nothing excites him anymore, he doesn’t even eat or go out to any parties or festival. He’s like a robot! I don’t want him clinging around me anymore, do something about him” the Prince lashed at me and I was taken aback “I should follow you to guard you” Remy countered but the Prince gave him a death glare