Please Cry Crown Prince Spoiler Novels & Stories

said Eskylrious with a smirk while looking at Kiara's annoyed expression . " Why did you stop here ?!.....Huh ?! Your Highness ?! " said Justin surprised when he saw Eskylrious . " Wait ?!...Crown prince ?! " said madam Karla with a shocked expression . " Yes mom ! He is the crown prince of England . Crown prince Eskylrious Windsor ! " said Justin and slightly bowed in front of him . " The....crown prince ?!...Your Highness ! We are sorry for the rude behavior just now . " said madam Karla with a shocked expression and bowed in front of him .

The crowd was cheering but the noise quieted down when they saw me. “People of Oban, I’d like to introduce to you the Crown Prince, and future King, Jericho Kiran Malachi St. Claire,” I announced, and I felt Kiran’s hand on my shoulder. The noise from the crowd was deafening and I turned away from them as Jericho’s eyes popped open. “Dad, are you crying?” I asked him, as he wiped his eyes. “Of course not,” he said to me, as Adara took his hand.

Selene smiled in favor as she adjusted her posture moving more closer to the prince. He turned to the crowd, his hand hovering between the two of them. “The new Crown Princess is—” Will Theresa’s gamble pay off if she’s chosen, or has her obsession with destroying Leah led her into a trap she can’t escape?

Gasps rippled through the chamber as he set it before his only brother—sixteen-year-old Cyrus. "From this day forward, you are King of Arnova." The court erupted. Robes swept the floor as every lord and lady fell to their knees. Cyrus stared up at him. "Leon?" Leon did not let him finish. He stripped off his outer robe. Beneath it—plain black mourning cloth. Then he turned away. Cyrus ran after him and seized his sleeve. "Leon! Where are you going? Don't do this. I—I don't understand any of it."

This did not bode well, the man was teetering precariously close to a mental break down. "Nerville just informed me that the Crown Prince is in the vicinity," he growled displeased. "According to intel, he was also pursuing Zela, though Lorainne was not sure if this information was accurate. And Zela denies any acquaintance with the Prince, a claim Lorainne appears not to believe."

If I wear beautiful gown, they'll doubt that I wore it to show off that I have the power. I have no intention of decreasing my advantage. I just need to foresee their moves and defend my castle. So that they cannot touch my remaining pieces. "I don't plan on wearing any of that," I murmured. Her eyes widened with surprise. "What? Why?" she asked with panic. We are out of time to prepare my plan, so I need to call out their attentions. The Crown Prince lived, thanks to me. But his position is getting in danger because of the trial that was happened when he was found guilty.

The crown prince's right hand asks, he nods. "I think she didn't know who I was, so just let it go." The crown prince's right hand just nodded but it was just strange because he never let anyone touch his sword, the last one did it was already at the grave. Not edited

Seraphina laughed softly through her tears. “That’s enough.” She whispered. “That’s more than enough.” ⸻ Damien quietly observed the reunion. A faint sadness crossed his face. Alessio noticed. “You remembered too.” Damien nodded. “I remember everything.” “Then why do you look sad?” He smiled. “Because I already know…” “…who the Crown will choose.” ⸻ Before Alessio could ask— The Crystal Crown suddenly descended. Not toward him. Not toward Leonardo. Not toward Damien. It floated…