Please Cry Crown Prince Spoiler Novels & Stories

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 was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

She can't trust anyone here, they are all selfish. She remembered the history their teacher taught them about Joseon in 1427 and everything that is happening now is exactly what their teacher said. That story didn't end well but she will make things right, she won't allow the throne to fall in the hands of the evil ones. She will marry the crown prince so that she will be able to change everything Crown prince chamber ..... He was dressed in a King's robe ready to go outside for his coronation. Suddenly he started feeling stomach pain, he thought it was a minor situation,but not until he started vomiting blood. The maids were clouded in fears, they tried reviving him but it was just in vain

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

’ And it had no relation to flirting. “And that's why you called me a killer?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He smiles. “Well, aren't—” The ballroom doors burst open. “ZAYNE!!” His smile falters as all eyes turn toward the voice. At the door stood the queen, her face red, eyes blazing with fury. And then I see him. My target. Crown Prince, Alpha Reynold. His expression is calm, a stark contrast to his mother’s, there's a tiny, fond smile on his lips as he meets Alpha Zayne’s eyes.

He yelled, and the courtroom became as silent as a grave in a matter of seconds. “Where is this supposed Crown Prince that you have?!” Jon asked, and Sawyer scoffed. “The military arm of the South has failed.” Sawyer growled. “Bodies were seen outside of the Crown Prince’s room, and no one has bothered to confirm what is happening with the Prince?” “The Crown Prince is missing, and rather than finding him which should be the uppermost thing in our hearts, we are installing another Prince?!” Sawyer yelled. “Where is this done?!” “Speak one more word, and I might be tempted to throw you out.” King Jon growled.

Still, he’s far too excited to delay the announcement. “The Crystal appeared in the Royal Vault! It’s shining golden light right—” The Crown Prince found himself getting pushed away and hit the wall across the private sitting room when his siblings had dashed out of the room and towards the Royal Vault. Even the Queen had left. Shaking his head in amusement, the Crown Prince dusted his clothes before he followed his family. They were all gathering in front of the Crystal and were muttering simultaneously. “— finally! All my children—” “— decades of waiting—”

“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. “Good. Let her search.” “And the other heir?” A pause. “Break them first.”

Then I lift an eyebrow. “Strange kind of fun your brother promised you.” I tell her, smiling and shaking my head. She smiles back, her hand covering her mouth to hide it from her brother who looks back at that very second. “You read her mind. That’s cheating.” He says, turning his head towards mine again, his obsidian eyes twinkling with more silver than before. “And you never told me you are Cian Abysal, Crown Prince of Amra in the Underworld.” I answer back, crossing my arms.