Please Cry Crown Prince Spoiler Novels & Stories

Finally, Gopi said. "The crown prince died in a war, your grace, now you are the crown prince. You must return to your king and family," Gopi said. There was more but he waited for the first shock to get over. Disbelief, horror, shock all emotions charged at him together. Rudra felt his head spinning as he collapsed on the chair. His knees, no longer able to support his weight. He swallowed a lump, fighting with tears which were ready to spill out any moment he managed to ask.

A servant Said rushing down to her friends who were gathered, "I can't believe that the slave princess told me not to step in the Crown Prince's chamber, It seems as though she's keeping a secret !" The servant who isn't even aware of the blood soaked clothes broke the news to them. "Aigo! The Crown Prince is suffering from a disease !" They all Chorused, "That slave princess must be hiding this fact from the public, She's scared they'd depose the Crown Prince, and if that happens Prince Leo might become the Crown Prince and she'd be severely punished by Concubine Matilda !"

I didn't cry. The floating comments came flying. "I'm crying. I'm genuinely crying." "Cora actually signed the divorce agreement. Their relationship is truly over." "That line about eating less instant noodles from Allen just stabbed me right in the heart." "Wait, why has the tone of the comments shifted? Wasn't everyone hating on Allen before?" "That's because we were fooled earlier. Preston was supposedly so wonderful." "What happened to the canon ship? Where's Preston? How did he just disappear?"

The king sighed and pointed a look at this insolent man who ruin his plans. “Tonight, I am glad to inform my ministers the betrothal of my children.” Gasps was heard. It was not a secret that the prince was getting married but they have no clue who was the bride. But it was more shocking the their princess already have a fiancée! This news made the man who tried to touch the princess lewdly broke in cold sweat. He was really going to die for harboring such thoughts! “ I present you my son, Crowned Prince Elysian and his fiancée, Lady Kleir McCarthy.”

Several nobles who had been sitting in the front rows, the same ones who had been whispering the loudest about how I was unworthy lay motionless under the rubble of the collapsed pillars. "The True Bloods," Kael hissed, his eyes glowing a molten gold. He helped me stand, his grip on my waist possessive and fierce. "They went after the foundation." The High Priest was staggering toward us, his red robes torn and covered in grey ash. He looked at me, then at my neck, and his face paled to the color of bone. "Your Majesty," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Look. Look at the bride."

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

"What is she talking about?" Even Elena looked surprised. "Aurora, dear… you've been in the North? That's where the royals and the Alpha Prime's court reside…" I sighed. There was no hiding it now. I looked around at the faces staring at me—Damian's shock, Juliette's smug satisfaction, Elena's confusion. "Mrs. Blackwood," I said quietly. "I'm not human. My father is Caspian Nightshade. The Alpha Prime." Damian grabbed my shoulders. His grip was hard enough to bruise. "That's impossible. You're human. I would have known. I would have felt it."

"Sebastian. Three years ago, you said that if I just nodded my head, this entire city would be my engagement gift." "I’m accepting your proposal, Sebastian. On one condition: you grind Lorenzo into the dirt once and for all." There was a brief, heavy silence on the other end, followed by a predatory, dark laugh. "As you wish. I’m sending my elite guard to collect my bride." The moment I hung up, a sharp, prolonged alarm wailed like a banshee from the end of the hall. Over in the neonatal unit, the monitor for the newborn—which had been relatively stable—suddenly flattened into a cold, lethal horizontal line.

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?