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Her words sent a terrifying chill down my spine and I was reminded of how he mercilessly killed the rogues in the woods. “Aside from him, the third prince, Prince Xyrus, and fourth prince, Prince Toreen are not so bad, but a little mischievous. They are still teenagers after all. Everyone's favorite is Princess Ofelia. She's like a mannequin. She's graceful and kind and she's just eight.” “Don't get me started with the crown prince. Everyone adores him, and he was a prodigy. Everyone's confident that he can surpass his father.”

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The grassy Prince just knocked me down! "We're here, stop dreaming!" the Prince said rudely and walked ahead to follow the Echelons. Because I didn't want to be left behind, I immediately complied. My clothes got dirty right away, and some parts of my clothes got wet. Fortunately, my insides didn't come off somehow despite getting wet, because it would be really difficult. I don't want anyone to think of me rudely.

“Yeah, pretty much.” “So he’s like a king to wolves?” Elijah sputters a laugh, nodding. “I guess you could say that.” “So.” I give him a sideways look. “Why is the prince out looking for a peasant?”

Petra said his name but I can’t remember this time, all I remember is that he is the King’s brother. I’m a little bit shaken at the Prince’s open declaration of likeness for me. It’s a bit overwhelming to be honest. I do get male attention back at school but very rarely and mostly from assholes. The men of Eclipse on the other hand want absolutely nothing to do with me and now I’m being admired by a prince. Oh boy, I think I’m going to fall right now.

"Her Majesty will address you now, "the palace guard said Checking myself over again, I decided to meet the queen as an excuse to see the prince. Entering the room, the atmosphere seems tense " your majesty" I greeted looking like she wasn't happy to see me or has been provoked by the queen. surprisingly the prince was holding onto the woman from last night and she looked pale and frightened at the same time. "My prince," I said he gave me a cold shoulder and did not even look my way, never have I been more embarrassed than I was by him. I mean I was every man's team girl, how dare he I fumed in anger.

"That's why I admired Prince Ace. He understands." "What? But A - I mean - PRINCE Ace is not a fairy." I said. Prince Chace laughed. "Goodness no. He's an elf. What I'm trying to say was that we're both in the same shoe. He knows what it feels like to hold such power." "What power?"

She could understand why Rima and Stanley kept on fighting no matter if they knew the result of the fight. Penn chalked it up to her annoyance on the prince pampered life not even willing to allow herself think about the terms of attraction. “Because you amuse me.” The prince shrugged as he stood up. “It has been a long time since the world was interesting to me. Maybe because everybody are sycophants when it comes to me but you are refreshing. I might not like it but it doesn’t change that you are real and different from everybody else.” The prince said. Then moved off leaving Penn and the relaxation place quiet because Penn was still speechless and before the prince went out of sight, he c

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked