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the Crown Prince continued, his voice laced with regret. Despite her growing anger, Mask Princess felt a tinge of unease. The tone in the Crown Prince's voice gave her an ominous feeling. "I don't understand what you're saying," she said, her voice cold and disinterested. "You're not Mask Princess," he said, wiping away a tear that had escaped his eyes. "You're Unah, the Princess of Almario." Mask Princess's hand trembled, causing her sword to rattle in its sheath. Her heart raced as she took a step back, her mind grappling with what the Crown Prince had just revealed.

“Your Highness the Crown Princess, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived.” Exclaimed the guard from outside the room. 'Dylan? Is it Dylan?' Fuschia wiped the tears stain from her cheeks. Then take a deep breath. "Please come in." She said. Merri looked at Fuschia with worries. From the story that Fuschia conveyed earlier, the Crown Prince was the one who killed the two of them, no, but three of them including Fuschia's son. It was also the Crown Prince who had tricked Fuschia on her first night so that Fuschia slept with a stranger until she became pregnant and now miscarried.

The house lights glowed warmly against the dark sky, but as soon as Reinaldo stepped inside, he froze. He paused in the doorway, eyebrows knitting together. “What the hell…?” Race’s voice rang out immediately. “There he is!” Reinaldo stepped into the hall to find his closest friends scattered everywhere—bottles on the table, jackets thrown over chairs, music playing louder than necessary. Race raised his glass dramatically. “Everyone, bow! The Crown Prince has arrived!” Reinaldo’s gaze hardened. “You’re all extremely loud.” Race grinned. “That’s because you’re officially important now.”

Alpha Sahin continued. Luna Luciana smiled at her son and he smiled back, rubbing his sweaty hands as he couldn't wait for his father to announce him as the crown Prince - that was what everyone thought. "......Prince Danks!" The bombshell was dropped and shock spread into the room like a wire cut from an electric pole which was about to cause an explosion. Prince Danks eyes widened when he suddenly heard his name, crown Prince? Luna Luciana couldn't believe her ears, she gritted her teeth in anger - didn't Keith serve him the tea?

That was all. "I know what you're thinking, but what I'm going to say is that since we've already reached the critical moment, The Crown Prince doesn't wish for anything to happen... there's no need for any changes to happen at all. It's enough to settle everything peacefully." The royal family expert led them to the Deathly Valley and said, "We've been following the Crown Prince for many years, so how can we not bet on everything? If we fail... Haha, we won't fail!" How could they fail to kill Caspian?

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

"Remember seven years ago? I took a bullet for you, bleeding out on the floor, and you just picked up Lena's call and walked away." The painkiller was fading, and I pushed through the pain, stepping closer to him. "Then there's William. Halfway around the world, he called and walked me through removing the bullet without any pain meds." "Why are you bringing this up?" Nolan stepped back, his eyes betraying a hint of panic. I could not help but laugh. "Oh, no reason. Just thought you should know that the woman you see as disposable is someone else's treasured Principessa." With that, William's crew had the whole banquet hall on lockdown.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.