Romans & histoires Prince Aesthetic

he thought. At that moment he caught a look of his own reflection on a glass window and couldn't help comparing them. It wasn't that the prince was ugly, it's just that he looks a bit....plain and boring so to speak. None of his features stand out as attractive. Unlike his royal siblings who all have their defining features.

Chapter 45. The Prince Peacock & Pawn Prince Chaitav of the Peacock Clan had always craved a mate unlike himself — not one whose plumage matched his own vibrant colors, nor the muted beige that marked the female harpies of his clan, but a contrast so stark it would turn every head in the court. To him, beauty demanded opposition... to dare to stand out from the norms imposed on what was or was not a suitable aesthetic.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

She stopped right in front of the portal and gathered her raven hair into a thick tail at the back of her head, twisting it into a knot and using some form of band to secure it. “Whatever are you wearing, Gemma?!” Apparently Jayce wasn’t the only one to finally register her appearance. “It’s not appropriate!” “One, Beckett, to be the Prince of the Summer Court, you can hardly tell me my outfit is not appropriate. Clothing has always been very much optional in every corner of your kingdom. Two, these are clothes that B and I picked out together when I stayed with the Fees. Three, they’re certainly more comfortable that any corseted official dress that I would have invariably been forced into

I am still there. I tilted my head to the side, and there, I saw prince Alastair sitting on a comfortable chair and had his eyes closed with his arms crossed. I stared at him and couldn't help but to admire his beauty. He's manly and beautiful, or rather, he's handsomely beautiful. His features are strong yet delicate. His jaw was defined, his nose was sharp and pointed, his lips were thin and a little pinkish, his eyelashes were thick and curly, and his brows were thick and perfect.

He wanted a partner equal to him so that no one would be brought down by caste, he also didn't need to think about people's views of him. "Prince." Prince regained consciousness, his eyes wildly following the direction of the voice that called him. Angel appeared in a plain white polo shirt set with a white skirt with a black striped motif, her long hair in a ponytail. "Beautiful. You are very beautiful," praised Prince who could not help but praise the beauty of Christopher's daughter who was the target of billionaires.

He says eyeing me up and down in approval. "You clean up well too, Nate." I said making him blush and look away while grinning. Then I leaned in and whispered to him. "Get me out of here." "No." He whispered back. Finally, ladies and gentlemen, my escort of the night: PRINCE Ace, the lord of darkness, king of bookworms, god of bad attitude, and son of demons. He was the only one glaring at me like I was a pest of some sort that needed to be killed. His coat was black design with white lines that followed his body. It made him look muscular and strong. His hair was combed back to showcase his frowning eyes. Yes, I know. Not a great look for somehow who frowns a lot.