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She was beautiful but she kept giving me a condescending look. The Second Prince, Zain, wore a pleasant smile which was far too pleasant. Aeris would have hated him on sight. His smile disappeared as he stared at me before slowly returning. His wife, Kira, however, looked genuinely kind. Which, in a place like this, only made me significantly more cautious. Then there was the Fourth Prince, Cassian. He was dark-haired, quiet, and unlike the others, he didn't even bother pretending to be interested in me. Oddly enough, I thoroughly appreciated that.

There was nothing to answer. Prince exhaled slowly, shaking his head faintly. “You’re holding back,” he said. “You always have.” Ragnar’s gaze hardened. “I’m not holding back. I’m being smart.” Prince stepped forward now, closing the distance between them again despite the blow he had just taken. “You saw him,” he continued. “You felt it.” Ragnar didn’t respond, but the silence was enough. Prince’s voice lowered slightly. “Nightwing is rising, Damein is getting stronger and tougher.”

Why is he here instead of a picture of the said prince? Then it slowly started to get clearer to me; his godlike strength and speed, his unmatched wealth, the power and aura he carries with just a step. Even though I want to deny it, I know nothing about his actual childhood and it isn't a coincidence that their names are the same. Marcus is royalty! He is the Crowm prince!! BHAMMMM!! A loud sound hit my ears and the car was instantly swerved to the side. Before I knew what was happening, the car crashed into something hard, pushing me forward on my seat and making me hit my head against the chair in front of me.

The Prince gestured for him to stand. "I want to test your abilities. Duel with me, Rycon," Prince Zaitan said seriously. He got into position, and when Rycon just stood holding the wooden stick in one hand, the Prince smirked. "Don’t just stand there, Rycon!" the Prince shouted. He lunged—and Rycon blocked the strike. The Prince was incredibly strong and fast, and Rycon couldn’t keep up. When he was struck in the shoulder, he winced and staggered back. The Prince grinned, trying to uncover the hidden strength behind Rycon’s calm demeanor.

"You won't always find yourself with your Princes around, Halfling." "Pretty bold assumption, Nymph. Besides, I obviously don't need them to fight my battles. I seem to be doing quite well on my own here. Trading barbs, dodging the whole mean girl spiel, I feel confident any backup from the Princes would be wholly unnecessary. Now, why don't you slink on back to your little clique of social climbers and let me greet the fae that would actually like to meet me." Bailey leaned back into Jayce. "Now."

he mused. “I was thinking same and almost asked that,” Derrick chuckled a little. They then awaited my answer. I inhaled and answered. “I’m a Prince.” They froze. “What?” all three asked. “I’m- I’m a Prince.” “Wait,” Derrick muttered. “A real Prince or.” “A real prince.” “You’re kidding right?” they mused altogether. “I’m not. Check my full name online. Asahd Usaïd.” They were silent and seemed shocked. Then, we watched Alex hurriedly take his phone out and type my name in a search engine. Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped.

Surprised, Prince Franco quickly took the sword and ran to follow immediately. Meanwhile, from a tree far away from Adira's place, the black-clad man came out and followed the running Prince Franco with his eyes. The mysterious man has arrows on his back. A few moments later, he also left when Prince Franco disappeared from his sight. Meanwhile, Adira was taken in Prince Dylan's car so that she could quickly and comfortably lie down in the back seat of the car on the way back to the palace. When the soldier fixed Adira's lying down, it looked like Prince Dylan was going to remove the thing from her head.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

I had just finished sparring with the prince when his brother appeared . Prince Ratnik was a year older than Kurat , and they seemed really close . As they stand side by side , I can't help notice the difference between the brothers , Kurat was taller and more muscular . Where Ratnik had a more cheerful expression , Kurat wore a permanent frown and had a more deadly aura . Kurat had long dark hair that when down fell over his shoulders , and facial hair , Ratnik had short dark hair and clean shaving both brothers had the silver eyes of the king .

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?