Novel & Cerita Prince Charming Misplaces His Bride

She kneeled by Charlotte's side, skillfully removed Charlotte's crown, and placed it on Griffith's head. "All done. The prince has arrived." Griffith closed his eyes while Ash let out a sigh. He knew it. All that crying and acting was just a sham. Julie was a crafty one. She just wanted to watch the prince and princess kiss. "Prince, kiss the princess, and she will wake up." Charlotte's eyes snapped open, but Julie immediately reached out and closed her eyes. "Julie— Mmph!" Her mouth was covered. Julie leaned close to her ear and emphasized, "The princess is dead!"

LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. PrinceCharming: Good girl. Let's discuss your punishment: nipple clamps. LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. PrinceCharming: Would you like me to pick the size and tightness? 🛍 LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. PrinceCharming: I think someone needs help getting out of her own head. Hand it over, I want full control. LonelyGirl: Please, sir. 🙏 PrinceCharming: Good girl. I'd like to suspend you on a cushioned board. It's blue satin so it's very soft on your skin and I can leave you there for hours. Blindfolded. Fuck you'd look like a Goddess. ⏳⛓

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

I squealed inside my head. Wait, didnt see dimples. Please smile, I prayed inside my head. Just then, he licked his lips and the dimples appeared. He didn't even need to smile. Omg! I almost wanted to jump in excitment. I found him. I can't believe I found him. I mentally rejoices. He looked around the room scanning the place, his eyes suddenly landing on me. My breath hitched in my throat and that moment, only one thing echoed in my head. "My prince charming"

Taylor called, tickling her even, but Charlie only threw her arm up and hummed. “Charlie?” He snapped his fingers in front of her, but nothing! “Wow, she’s out like a medieval castle under a hundred-year sleeping spell.” “Someone get a prince!” Taylor turned his head in every direction. Then, he hissed, glancing at Charlie. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Why aren’t you lucky, Blondie. I’m the only prince around!” “Listen, I wasn’t going to cave this easily, but alas, a prince has responsibilities.” He gently cupped her chin, leaned in, and placed a dramatic peck on her lips. “There, there, fair maiden. You shall awaken from your cursed slumber... eventually.”

When it opens, the world shifts into lights and music. I tighten my grip and link my arm through his as we enter the welcome wedding party. He looks breathtaking in his navy suit—his hair was pushed to the side, and his jawline was sharp enough to kill someone. My prince charming, and I’m… his temporary Cinderella. Our worlds should never touch. Yet here I am, craving a place in his. Reality hits like a tidal wave. It crashes, cruel and loud. I have no fairy godmother. Only myself to get me through this.

His deep voice carried across the hall. “Today,” he declared proudly, “our beloved princess has found her prince. Our kingdoms have found unity. And our children have found joy. From this day forward, Prince Carl of Valoria and Princess Ariel of Eldoria shall walk as one.” A thunder of cheers followed. People jumped to their feet, stomping, clapping, whistling. “Long live the Prince! Long live the Princess!” But Prince Carl barely heard a word. He was staring at Ariel, completely lost, eyes fixed on her like he was under a spell. He didn’t even blink, afraid to miss a single second of her smile.

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

The vampire king walks towards the front of the church. "Can I have everyone's attention. It is time to find a seat. The wedding march will begin momentarily." The king walks to the back and out the door. Everyone is running around trying to find a seat. They were all seated when the wedding march started playing. Princess Sapphire looked like a dream in her wedding dress. The most beutifull bride we have ever seen The king walking beside her trying to keep up appearances. You can see that the princess was not happy. The king gave Sapphire's hand to Charles. Sapphire smiled at him but her joy did not reach her eyes. The priest steps towards the microphone.

No matter what she said, that’s how they would view it. Being name bound was marriage in Faerie. Of course, Bailey was not aware of that fact, and none of princes seemed inclined to inform her. The quicker this was over, the quicker he could return to his Court and forget the little Halfling and the half hold she had on his heart already.