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Your prince SEBASTIAN,

I tried my best to move, but there was only so much I could do before they stormed the room. Their eyes immediately locked on the scene: me, nearly naked and shaking, and David bleeding on the floor. “You filthy whore,” one of them spat, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me to my feet. I let out a loud cry, clawing for his hands, but his grip only tightened. Slowly, I accepted defeat, and he dragged me out, my bare feet sliding over the cold tile. The longer we walked, the stronger Alpha Peter's scent grew, although now it was beginning to smell like my death. His presence was a heated kernel waiting to burst.

"The prince arrives at sunset. Make sure your men are dressed for court." "We will be ready," Luka called out behind me. "But will your Alpha be ready when the prince sees what he is throwing away?"

"Vivian, I really have something important to discuss with you this time. If you promise not to run after you take the candy, I can give it to you, okay?" Alen rubbed his head like he had a headache. He sighed helplessly and looked up at me in the tree. But the leaves on the branches made him unable to see my face, so he could only coax me as good-natured as before. "I only listen to Delia and Kral," I mentioned Kral's name unhappily. If it wasn't for Delia and keeping my promise, I wouldn't be here. I suddenly remembered that Kral was the Prince of Alen, and I shrugged my nose unhappily and shouted at him. "Alen, if you want a witch to do something for you, there's a price to pay, okay?"

Corithias went back to Alicia’s room and knocked on the door. “Who is it?” Alicia called out as she sat at her vanity, being prepared for the evening meal by Natalie and Lauren. “It is me, Prince Corithias,” he said, straightening his suit. Lauren giggled and Natalie teased Alicia. “Go, let the prince in, you silly girls,” she teased, grinning at them.

It makes the others look like a simple game. How could he have switched the two bottles by mistake? Sure, they were identical and smelled almost exactly the same. But leave it to him to completely forget which is which, and take the one that guaranteed disaster. The veiled man, wrapped in a thick, velvety robe, continued to speak, the words coming out of him like the gentle flow of the harp. "I am the King," he utters, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I am not worthy."

the voice said and disappeared. Then, all the lights were extinguished, making the palace covered in darkness. Phyros lit up his hand for them to see each other. “Secure the princess’ safety!” he ordered as he held Alf’s hand tight, assuring her. “Let’s find a place to hide the princess – “ he said, his voice still hasn’t fallen when that voice again can be heard. “You have nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! A price will be paid!” the voice said, seething in anger and madness.

A gathering this size Outside could never be so calm and organised. “People of Lyria.” The prince’s voice travels. “It is with great honour that I introduce to you, my mate, my woman, my soon-to-be wife and the female that shall one day, rule Lyria at my side. Behold, the female that shall lead us to our freedom and victory, the answer to the prayers you have all been making. Celine.” Their clapping and howling fill the air and manic grins take over their faces as they stare at me. I look back at the prince in question and he takes my hand in his and raises it up.

Knowing this while they were growing up, taking messages became a habit of his. “My prince.” She bowed her head. “This is for the crowned princes.” She handed the scrolls of princes to him and departed. Edward opened the scroll and read through the writings there. It is with a heart of hope that I, priest Ae, write to inform you, prince of Wahala kingdom, that Robb Ainsworth, the alpha king, had fallen asleep with the moon goddess. We look forward to the day of his awakening, and we ask that you, his two sons, assemble at the palace as soon as possible.

The prince chuckled. "What?" "Nothing," he smiled and the butterflies in her tummy danced for the hundredth time that day. "So…" Thalia said and The prince raised an eyebrow. "You owe me a wish, Aldric." "As you wish Milady," he bobbed a fake courtesy and they laughed.