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Agent Curufor and also Paradine sunk into their deep thoughts, while Agent Curufor pulled out his Smart Phone to check for data, Paradine asked for her 2 Sergeant to go ahead and searched the archive, as for the recently angry Alfred he starte3d to drift into a thought. “The Prince left with only one…Prince Robert the 2nd , The Crown Prince were killed recently after he declared that he would be taking over from King Robert, the 3rd Prince died at the age of 13, after dropped from a horse, which clearly an assassination from the Crown Prince..the 4th Prince Died in a war against the Visma Nations, at the age of 17…The Fifth Princess died from illness at the age of 4, the 6th Princess were se

“The king had another son, much older than me and Haydn: Thander. Don’t you remember him?” Thander. Right. The prince who had died decades ago in the war. Jules would have been embarrassed by forgetting about the existence of a prince of his country, except his mind felt so hazy right now he could barely remember his own siblings’ names, much less someone else’s. “In my defense, he died before I was born,” Jules muttered, trying to gather his thoughts. But it was so difficult. Westcliff smelled so good. Jules wanted to press his mouth against that chiseled jaw and suck, find out if Westcliff’s skin tasted as good as it smelled. Jules moistened his lips with his tongue. Focus, Jules. “So you

Prince Maxwell was the heir apparent to the throne and the crown prince which made him a much more important figure than Prince Caspian, Prince Benedict and Princess Scarlette in so many ways than one! “Oh, no worries, Miss Clara. You do not really have to bow and all,” Prince Maxwell laughs. “Oh, but I insist.” “Ah! I see you have met our gentle giant of a brother,” Prince Caspian walks towards Prince Maxwell and gives him a rough hug. “It is nice to see you too brother. Still a cocky one I hope,” Prince Maxwell says. “Shh! It is starting,” Princess Scarlette shushes her brothers as the doors begin to open.

'Imperial Brother Crown Prince' — This is how the Princes & Princesses addressed the Crown Prince. "Your Highness Crown Prince' — This is how other people addressed the Crown Prince. 'Imperial Brother / Imperial sister' — This is how the Prince & Princesses call their blood related siblings. °When calling their sibling, they will add their number in the order of their birth. 'Eldest Imperial Older Brother / Sister' — This is how the younger Prince or Princess call the 1st born child of their Parents. '2nd Imperial Older Brother / Sister' — This is how the younger Prince or Princess call the 2nd born child of their Parents.

“A friend of mine told me that the Royal family is sending out warriors to try and find you and Prince Sebastian is wanting you arrested because he thinks you are going to give me all of your secrets.” “Secrets?” I asked. “But I don’t even have any, all I know about that family is my father was killed by my mother and I am a Princess, but I am not believing that anymore. If I was a Princess I think my shoes would fit a lot better, but they don’t.” I sighed.

But Prince Caspian was a different matter entirely. He had three older brothers above him, all born to the king's other consorts. In the royal family of Yuicuador, there was no strict distinction between legitimate and illegitimate heirs. Those consorts held status no less than the queen herself. Who became the heir depended solely on personal ability. Prince Caspian was inferior to his three older brothers. By all logic, the position of heir should never have been his. Yet, one by one, those three brothers met with "accidents." In the end, the title of heir fell squarely into Prince Caspian's hands.

--------------------------- PRINCE ESMAEEL (The Eldest Prince) Esmond may not be my father’s son, but we shared the same mother—the Queen. I had no idea if he knew he wasn’t the King’s son but it didn’t matter to me. He was my brother and I could only imagine the pain he felt when the truth was revealed. I had four brothers, and we had already conditioned ourselves that because we were princes, the marriage we would have would be out of convenience, out of duty.

His wolf power rolled off him in waves, and the chamber quieted under its weight. “My lords,” he said smoothly, “Amber speaks truth. I believe we have all seen the prince’s weakness. He has neglected his training, his counsel, and his duty. His obsession endangers us all. A prince who cannot rule himself cannot rule this kingdom.” The agreement was instant, murmurs swelling into shouts. “Unfit!” “Reckless!” “Remove him before the bloodline is corrupted!” The High Elder slammed his staff against the floor, silencing them. His gaze swept over us, heavy and measuring.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

"Chloe, your second brother is the Chief Magistrate of the Supreme Council. He holds the power of life and death." He pointed at Blake's sharp eyes. "Your third brother runs the biggest underground intel network in the North." Then, he pointed to Jax and Connor. "Your fourth brother controls the alliance's black market. Your fifth brother holds the North's economy and resources by the throat." Finally, he looked at me, his eyes deep and serious. "And I am the Supreme Commander of the Northern Army. The Alpha of the Crescent Pack." I was totally dumbfounded. My mouth hung open, but no words came out.