Prince Dain Mga Nobela at Kwento

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

He answered, he is well mannered I will give him that. Before I could answer a guy came over and spoke. “My prince, we have to leave now or we are going to miss our flight.” Oh, he is a prince, interesting. “Am coming.” He told the guy who I assume is his personal guard since he is a prince. “You are a prince, Like a real prince?” Kwezi asked him. “Yes, I am a real prince from the kingdom of Manzini in KZN but that is not what I pride myself with.” He answered Kwezi then turned to me.

The most dangerous moves were never immediate. They were patient. ⸻ Palace – Late Morning Kaelin Verain stood in the small west-facing council annex, not at the table but near the tall window overlooking the inner gardens. She was not formally summoned. But she was expected. A quiet paradox. Prince Dorian stood near the opposite wall, speaking with a treasury adviser. He was composed, dignified, carefully educated in governance. He had been named successor. That had not changed. Seraphine remained poised beside him, as though proximity alone reinforced legitimacy.

"I insist we don't keep a threat like her around. Kill this old queen now and let's get over with" The giant double doors of the palace pushed open unannounced and everyone turned in that direction to see Zayn march inside with each step of confidence and a cold, emotionless look on his face as he said. "You would have to pass through me first, dead" He was opportune to hear what Daman had said before he pushed the door to gain entry. A Gasp of shock escaped everyone's mouth except the Doharis who have only heard about the prince but had no idea what he looked like.

Both were dashing as they strode to the aisle of their waiting townsmen. "Where is Prince Ares?" I overheard the murmurs circulating around. "Prince Ares is not attending?" "Why is Prince Ares not around?" "I was expecting him!" "The first prince must be busy," Thiara whispered to me. "That Prince Ares they're talking about is the first prince. That one in black and white is the second, Prince David, and that in blue attire is the youngest, Prince Martin." "But although he is busy, he must have showed up even just for a few moments since everyone is expecting him."

She realized the shape of the flag's emblem. Fortis royal flag! That means she was currently in the capital city of Centralis! She was in the Great Palace of the Fortis kingdom! Astrid recalled the full name of King Fortis. She just realized. The name of King Fortis was Damien Leonardus Fortis. Often referred to as King Damien. However, when he was wandering around in disguise, King Damien used his middle name not to be recognized. His face looked youthful for hundreds of years, thanks to the magic power he possessed. Astrid cursed herself. Why had she never realized it all this time? Even though this story was often heard in between bounty hunter's conversations, she didn’t notice at all.

Rain chuckled as he sat down between Benji and Damien, Damien glared at Benji, letting his hand rest on Rain's lower back for a minute. The crown prince looked at them. "Benji, who are your friends?" he asked. "This is Rain and uh.... What's your name again?" Benji asked Damien, a sweet smile on his face. Damien fist was clenched tight in anger. Benji obviously knew his name. This was just a humiliation tactic. "He is Damien" Rain offered. "This is my elder brother, the crown prince. Prince Tobias." “You’re not from the palace or any of the noble families, are you?,” he asked.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

And yet somehow, I was the one the King trusted to keep the borders clean and the traitors buried. Dain reined in at the bottom of the steps. He didn’t dismount right away. He sat there, looking up at me, that slow smile spreading across his face. “Kael,” he said, drawing my name out. “Good to see you standing. How boring.” I descended the steps. My boots hit the stone hard. I didn’t bow. Not in my own home. “Prince Dain,” I said. “To what do I owe the honor?” He swung off his horse then, landing light, like he’d never carried weight in his life. His guard stayed back. Good. Fewer witnesses if I decided to snap his neck out of annoyance.

She was also briefed that Prince had a twin sister, Princess Justice Maclean. She thought it wise to deploy some of his top military officials to go out and search for the Prince of Indo Continent in all the twenty major continents for her. Princess Natasha hasn't gone through the archives of the records of Green Eyes continent and consultation of the elite. Most especially, the historians told her that their continent belongs to the Emperor of the Indo Continent, His majesty Peter the great.