Novel & Cerita Prince Hans Brothers

Stamping boots walked in through the doors without His Majesty's permission. Prince Stephen, first son of the King was an almost big figure, proud, tall and brown-haired. He had the most prominent green eyes in London. And tonight, those eyes seemed disturbed for some reason while he walked up to his father. "It seems both my brothers have more business then their usual visits to the Duke of Anfield," Stephen snarled harshly when he had reached both men. By now, the footman had chosen to walk away and allow the father-son chatter to resume.

“I know for certain that he has Prince Rico of Sagrada and Prince Orlando of Prazole. I can only assume he’s made it to Wisteria and the Whitelands as well.” I nodded, slowly thinking over this information. “Well, Lukas and Nicholas are coming to the wedding. Maybe we can talk to them in the next few days.” Lukas and Nicholas were the Crown Princes of Wisteria and the Whitelands, respectively, and also dear friends of ours. They both had several younger brothers, and I felt a stab of fear at the thought of how many of those young men had been recruited into Charles’s scheme. “I think a war council would be a good idea,” Albert offered. “We can get to work once you’re back from the honeymoon.

Without the grand princess, the throne would likely have fallen to Emory. Now that Edmund had ascended as king, he hadn't fully dismantled his brother's power. The fourth prince's maternal family still held substantial influence and watched the throne with greedy eyes. This internal division and severe internal strife were the reasons why Liam and Lisandra did not want to go to war. The fifth and sixth princes, Elian and Elior, were twins who had been born with heart conditions. Simply surviving was considered a great blessing. The seventh prince, Esher, was only twelve years old. His mom was Emory's mom's cousin, further strengthening the fourth prince's power.

I had already done my research online. “Bianca, these are my brothers,” he said, gesturing to the three men. “Princes Bjorn, Xander, and Miles.” I curtsied slightly, bowing my head. “It’s a pleasure to meet all of you in the flesh,” I said. I wondered why Isaac hadn’t entered with the King like the others, but figured it was just because he had come with me. The three princes looked at us, then at each other. A silent conversation almost seemed to pass between them, which I supposed was possible, if they all shared a mindlink.

his brother smoothly replies, never breaking eye contact with me, and I’m frozen in fear. “I suppose it all depends on what our oldest brother suggests we do with her,” Letric muses, though it sounds like a warning to my ears. “I said you could borrow her for a night. I am not giving her away,” Alpha Bishop growls. “Not without a promised alliance. I honestly thought you would ask for something worth much more.” “Worth is something that usually can’t been seen by someone who has none,” the male holding my wrist coldly states and finally lets go. I almost miss his touch when it’s gone. What is wrong with me?

That was what he liked about the relationship between them. Unlike the former Emperor, Emperor Khalil made sure to give everything equally to both of his sons. After all, he grew up with all of the attention while his twin sister could only take some of his scraps. He didn't want his sons to experience the same way Princess Kristina did, and Emperor Khalil knew that Princess Kristina would not like it either if she found out that the brothers had the same circumstance as them. Therefore, due to Emperor Khalil's treatment of the brothers, they both had a close relationship compared to the previous royal siblings who did nothing but kill each other to compete for the throne.

“His death… As well as the emotional blow of losing a brother, it places me in an uncomfortable position.” “One I share,” the prince said. “Uyan Taesil has long been a brethren safe-haven, one of the last human ruled kingdoms that is openly so. Its loss is significant, and the numbers of brethren that could potentially be affected is…” he grimaced. “I was warned that this was on the cards,” he said under his breath to his wife.

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.

“Holt Archon will dominate the sector with this. I knew you’d achieve great things.” I couldn’t believe it. My father—actually sounded impressed with him. I mean… my father wasn’t the type to hand out praise in business. Ever. Or wait, unless they knew each other or worked together before the reveal of the brothers' thing. Paul’s grip tightened around his phone until his knuckles turned white. “Something wrong?” Adrian asked, voice calm—almost bored—as he finally tore his gaze from me and looked at Paul. Like a predator acknowledging another presence in his territory.

Conrad said. "Let's knock the guards off, is there anything else we can do?" I rolled my eyes. "We can't do that," Prince Marcus told me quickly. "Who are you?" A voice thundered behind us. When we turned to it, we saw three young men wearing royal suits. They are the three sons of Prince Nicholas, brother of Queen Khan Awae. We all stood up straight and glances at one another. The three young princes pulled out their swords. "Intruders!" The youngest prince shouted. Soon, some knights gathered around us.