Prince Caspian King Miraz Novels & Stories

I say with a sigh, it wasn't a lit again, for some reason I don't lie around him, even when I could lie, I don't lie to him, we're both very honest to each other. "I know, but why not, I'm their prince, they need to respect my decision," Caspian says and I groaned. Caspian is the prince of the fey, he belongs to their kingdom, to their realm, he's dressed like a prince, wearing his armour, standing tall and proud, he has a sword on his side, he looks out of the fairytales, the perfect soldier, a general, a prince, and he's all mine. "If they don't respect your decision if they try to hurt you? Or me?" I ask him, it's not just me, I have a son I need to think of and take care of.

"I can't believe it. Ms. Emerson's fixation with birthmarks at the casino was so intense that having the right one could skyrocket you to the top." I fought to stay awake, but my body kept slipping further down. Blood was gushing from the back of my head, and I knew I could not last much longer. "What... What are you planning to do..." Madness flickered across his face, and he spoke with his chest heaving wildly, "I got it all wrong. I thought she just wanted a boy toy... No, I can't let you get ahead. "If you do, you'll never forgive me... just like I can't forgive you!"

No darkness. No mystery. A prince. Tall. Controlled. Dressed completely in black and silver royal armor that carried the Moonstone crest across his chest. Prince Caspian. The moment my eyes landed on him, my chest tightened painfully. Because now I could finally see him clearly. And somehow… That made everything worse. For several long seconds, neither of us moved. The entire hall faded into silence around me while Caspian stared at me like he was trying to convince himself I was real.

Caspian absentmindedly walks towards the door of the throne room with Princess Aria on tow holding his hand. He does not even notice that he did not excuse himself nor take a bow at the King and Queen. His head is spinning with all the knowledge of his complicated past. King Merlion and Queen Alina let the Princess leave with Caspian without any objections. Caspian is like a son to them already most especially for the King. When Marion, Caspian's father, died saving the King, Caspian was left orphaned at a young age.

What hadn't I sacrificed when I stepped into that throne room and accepted Delmira's challenge? The answer to his questions was simple, everything. I would give everything to have a chance at a life with Garren. I would risk it all for the possibility of winning and getting a chance to rule Caspian by his side, a kingdom Garren had grown to love over the years. A kingdom that would become so much more once I sat on one of its thrones. "My life," I answered, chancing a step toward Falkoor, his eyes tracking the movement with a predatorial gaze. I could hear the collected gasps and shocked whispers.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

the King growled with displeasure for his son. Prince Rowan looked away for a moment and snarled to himself. Then he looked up to his King, "she has a name. I am in love with Vysena, I have created an heir with her, why can I not marry her instead!" "YOU WILL NOT MENTION THE FILTH IN MY PRESENCE!" "Vysena is the only one I will marry! You will deal with it! It is my life and my child!" "DO NOT TALK BACK TO-" The King's roars were cut off as his face froze and he gripped his chest. The man stopped breathing and his face turned purple. Then he fell, face first down the stairs in front of his throne.

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”