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I introduce. For once, I wish he wouldn't have worn black, and wouldn't look so intimidating and out of place. I swear, there must be something magical going on, because his eyes are a brighter shade of silver than ever before. "You're the Immortal Prince," Alexander marvels, sounding breathless. Hale's nose scrunches up. "People still call me that?" "You can go, by the way. Everything is okay here," I assure him, gently pushing his shoulder, hoping he will get the hint and let me resume the date.

“Why don’t you show him? Hm?” “H-he doesn’t have any?” How could he not have any friends? He’s so pretty! He could get a lot of friends, who are girls I’m sure. He could also get friends that were boys, too. Loki and Luci were also princes. They are automatically popular, but maybe that is why Loki liked me so much, because I didn’t care about him being a prince.

said Uncle Julius hopelessly. “I was trying to help you Julius,” she said while looking away. “I know Martha,” he said while looking at her. “How can we help my mother and Martha can you explain this shit” I said annoyed and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. “What?” I asked her. “Why are you talking like some street rag you are the prince you are not supposed to talk like that” she said. “I used to be a prince but now I am free, all I want is to save my mother and then I will find my way to go to the future again” I said while crossing my arms.

Please be patient with me; I cannot be slaughtered in this manner in the preceding land. Can you do it, Prince? Isn't it risky, my Lord? Isn't it possible that we'll lose you, my Lord? Princess simply complied with my request and ceased speaking. Take precautions. Natasha, I adore you; I adore my sister. The prince dashed out of the hotel and entered the royal castle.

How can they be rehearsing waltzes when I feel like I’m preparing for a funeral? I stand and pace the room, my mind chasing itself in circles. Run. Stay. Fight. Give in. Every option tastes bitter. I stop by the window, pushing the curtain aside. The night air is cool, brushing my face like a whisper. Beyond the palace walls, the world looks free, dark streets, flickering lanterns, open sky. Out there, no one would call me “Your Highness.” Out there, I could be just a man. But here… here I’m a prince. And princes don’t get to choose.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

"Valerie. You have it wrong. Jordan and I are old friends. That's all." I held her eyes for a beat. I paused, then shifted my gaze to him. "And besides… "I already have someone I like."

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

This could show them that he is afraid of them. “Hey. How did that kid manage to live after the princess froze everything in the kingdom?” one of them asked. “Could it be that he is like us? He had gotten ‘that’ power…?” he muttered. “It couldn’t be.” Another spoke. “I didn’t sense it from him.” He said.