Prince Ben Descendants Novels & Stories

I was not the kind of person who let things like that pass, you know. I had done my research. The royal family of Bahamas was not hard to find information on … they were public in the way royal families were public, which was to say that most of what the public knew was curated, but the structure underneath it was not difficult to map if you paid attention. And the one name that kept coming up in anything related to succession disputes, political tension within the palace, and the question of what happened to the throne if the crown prince was deemed unfit … was Ken's Uncle, Uncle Jones.

The couple did not have children. Prince Theertha- the second eldest son of Empress Pruthvi always followed her rules. He was not good at combat skills or sports but was excellent in academics. The empress' associates had revealed that she desperately wanted to appoint Theertha as the crown prince because of his obedience. He married Lady Janma Bertillon and had non-identical twin daughters- Princess Yathra and Princess Artha.

“Alpha Prince Alcazer Vilkas and his Luna Odette Huntington!” I peer up, staring at Celia’s sister. She is as beautiful if not more than Celia, but she has a haughty look that isn't so different from her sisters’. For the princes, everyone simply lowers their heads politely for a moment, once they ascend, the next prince is announced. “Alpha Prince Jeremiah Vilkas!” I look up curiously, Jeremiah? But he is the fourth prince… “Alpha Prince Ragnar Vilkas!” Luna Danciana has four sons, Chasyn, Alcazer, Jeremia and Ragnar.

“If I’m not mistaken, she seems to be related to the royal family. I heard that King William had prepared two wills before his death, and one is probably hers.” “Her grandmother was only King William’s mistress back then, so the power of the royal family has nothing to do with her. So, why would the king leave her anything?” “Yeah, the heir of the Knowles is now the prince, and Mrs. Knowles is the only person who’s a legitimate descendant of King William’s bloodline. She’ll be crowned as the queen in three days. So, as someone from the Pruitts, she shouldn’t have much to do with the royal family now.”

The only prince, descendant of the beautiful and kind Queen Helena. “People outside the castle started talking about Prince Alessandro. They inquired about his whereabouts who had never left the palace and they also wanted to know how the last descendant of Queen Helena, whom they admired so much, was like,” said Albert, who often heard gossip in the market when he was disguised.

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

I say and he walks away to talk to a duke. My dad is William V of the united kingdom. His was his parents only son,my grandparent bore only two kids. My father and his sister, princess Annie the princess royal. My dad didn't change her title because my sister couldn't have it. She isn't his eldest daughter. But no title has been formally given to her so she is just princess Charlotte. "Charlotte this isn't the dress I picked for your sister"my mom's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

Just as in, my case. Princess Dulcie was Jake's distant cousin. Jake was the son of Prince William who was the heir to the throne. Prince William(Jake's dad) was the son of Queen Eleanor. Dulcie's mother was the cousin to Prince William who was also a princess. That made Dulcie a princess. That afternoon, we were having a group discussion at Dulcie's house. It was a self-contained structure that was way more grandiose than my place.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

I could feel their eyes following me, some curious, some suspicious, and others carefully neutral. “I understand there have been questions concerning my son,” I began calmly, looking around the room. “I won't allow rumors to become a substitute for facts. Prince Charles is the heir of this kingdom, and his position has been formally recognized by the crown.” One of the visiting Alphas nodded. “Nobody is questioning your authority, Majesty,” he said carefully, though his expression suggested otherwise. “But when several reports begin appearing at the same time, people naturally want reassurance that the succession is secure.”