Please Cry Crown Prince Spoiler Novels & Stories

It was one of the reasons Axel vouched to be the king, but he wouldn't stop, cause he is being to strategies and plans to eliminate Ace, a day before his wedding. “I will officially like to announce to you all, that blue crest kingdom is now the highest kingdom among the twelve neighboring kingdoms. And that's all thanks to our crown prince.” claps filled the air, as the entire people of the kingdom clapped and hailed the crown prince, while the rest rolled their eyes, angrily at the praise he was getting.

“A man doesn’t always choose what’s right. He chooses, and then he makes it right. Because, there's no right decision, you make it right.” Alaric blinked, caught off guard, but before he could even form a question, the King turned to the court. “My son, the Crowned Prince, has a joyous announcement to share.” A ripple ran through the crowd, like someone dropped a pebble in a pond. Alaric went rigid, bracing for whatever came next. “I do?” he whispered. Before he could move, Amora stepped into the open floor and linked her arm with his. He stared down at her, utterly thrown.

The room, after a moment of stunned hesitation, hesitantly followed my lead. My father rose to his feet, standing beside me, a towering figure of absolute authority. "As you have now heard, Lord Dolion is the new Crown Prince of Tirilla. You will all address him as such," he announced, his voice purring with satisfaction. "Unfortunately, Princess Thalia has proven to be a profound disappointment, utterly unfit to lead you." He paused, letting the humiliation hang in the air, a thick, choking smoke. "I trust you will all give your blessing to Crown Prince Dolion and treat... the princess... accordingly."

“How touching.” The entire ballroom stilled. Whispers spread like wildfire. “The Crown Prince…” “He’s here.” “Christian Wellington.” The Crown Prince had arrived. And he was smiling right at me.

This arrogant jerk is seriously weird. ___ Central Europe, Czech Republic “We have found the exact whereabouts of the Crown Prince, Your Majesties.” The attendant bowed respectfully before the four elders seated upon stone thrones inside the grand hall—the sacred gathering place of all CANIS. “But unfortunately, Alfred is dead. The Crown Prince killed him.” “That young man was a tremendous loss,” Elder Henri said regretfully. “He was far too valuable to perish.” “Indeed,” Elder Peter agreed. “Besides, the Alpha has already gone to meet the Crown Prince and persuade him to fulfill the responsibility written in the prophecy.”

“Yeah. And now I’m even more stressed out, so I need you right now.” “Right now?” “Yes.” “This very exact moment?” I’m purposely being difficult. He growls and takes my hand, leading us back to our room. After our nice, intimate, and passionate moment, where Raphael gets his fill of me, it’s dinner time. I sit with Raphael at the royal table. Before dinner begins, the King rises to his feet. “I am confirming the rumors. Prince Tobias cannot fulfill crown duties any longer. Next in line, my son, Prince Raphael, is now the crown prince. This, I decree.”

The words landed like a nuclear bomb, their shockwave ripping outwards from the center of the arena. Princess? What princess? I rubbed the space between my brows somewhat helplessly. After all, I had wanted to keep a low profile. Gerard stepped forward and stared icily at Wilson on the ground. "Wilson, your lapdog Professor Doyle here claims you are his backer?" After shuddering in terror, Wilson leaped to his feet and kicked Professor Doyle squarely in the face. "What lapdog? I don't know him at all! Damnable scum! How dare he disrespect Her Royal Highness!"

I didn’t ask to give someone head. Heck, if I would've known I wouldn't have entered the damn maze in the first place. Probably wouldn't have followed Lucien altogether last night. “I found him,” Juno interrupts. My eyes snap open. “Who?” “Santiago Álvarez"

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Truth destabilizes kingdoms.” Aera stepped closer. “Then maybe it deserves to be destabilized.” ⸻ The Crown’s Echo That night, Aera dreamed. She stood before the divided crown—three arcs hovering in the air. Two glowed faintly. The third remained dark. A voice whispered: Find the others. She woke with her sigil blazing. Not reacting. Calling. ⸻ Elsewhere A hooded figure knelt in candlelight. “The Crown is waking,” they said. Another voice answered, calm and cold.