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My voice was entirely flat, freezing, and completely devoid of emotion. "Seal the room. Lock it down entirely. Let absolutely no one in, not even the Chief Medical Officers. If anyone asks, he is under a strict, quarantined rest." "Yes, Lord Malachi," the guards muttered in unison. They instantly drew their heavy swords, stepping in front of the doors and locking down the corridor. I turned back to look at the broken, seizing King one last time before pulling the heavy doors shut. "Marcus!" I shouted down the dark hall. "Bring me a raven. It is time to send a message to our ambassadors at the summit. Announce the Alpha's tragic, sudden decline. Let the entire court know that the Blood Moon c

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

BETROTHED TO THE CROWN PRINCE... CHAPTER 39... AUTHORS POV... It’s been a week since Ace and Amy visited the chief warrior of the palace and made plans for their wedding, the plans for the wedding and crowning have been coming up really fast and it looks to Amy like Alfred wasn't doing anything, well he wasn't really. He just has a plan to poison Ace’s crown. And when he gets the crown, then dies instantly. Everyone has been around the corner patching their own dirty secret, Axel, has prepared his armies to rage war, against Ace’s armies and have them all killed,

“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!"

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.