Novel & Cerita Prince Hat

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

I'm also thin but it will be easier if we work together. But it was only a matter of time before we were distracted by the arrival of Prince Ravi. "Ysabelle, Zariya? You're here too," the Prince smiled at us. The pleasantness of his face and erect erection. He was wearing a black hanbok and he was also wearing a suit hat on his dress. He used to be a prince. Well, he really is a Prince.

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

She had to get back her pride! She noticed a headband with a pair of cat ears at a nearby stall and immediately said, "Whoever loses will wear these!" "You're on," Jack replied confidently. He pointed at a headband with a pair of leopard-printed cat ears and added slyly, "Let's go with this one." Ten minutes later, the arrogant Prince of Gin City stood wearing a pair of leopard-print cat ears that did not quite match his character. He looked like the perfect mixture of cuteness and toughness.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

“Thank the gods you’re here. I have been searching the world for you.” The Prince panted haggardly like a swimmer who hadn’t seen the shoreline until now. Nothing about his posture was welcoming, the crease lining his young face, mirrored the worries that were obviously building inside of him. For the wealthiest and the most adorable young man in the entire kingdom, he was rather dressed like a commoner, with the girdle of his sword rounding the small pelt on his waist, and exposing strong muscular laps, almost like that of a yam tuber. The three birthmarks on both sides of his chest, were almost fading, a contrast to the identical ones on his left upper arm. His hair had grown long or maybe

Manohar asked and I smiled, thinking how I started his name only even in my thoughts which will be difficult at work place. “I am! My Dad is a Prince which makes me a prince.” Harsha said grinning. “Prince?” he mumbled frowning and sighed. “You know who is a prince?” he asked Sudhir. “Who has a crown and… and so many things.” Sudhir replied while I coughed. “No! Prince is the one who cares for his people and loves them. Prince also takes care of his mother making sure she is fine.” Manohar explained. “I do that!” Sudhir mumbled frowning.

“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.