Prince Henry And Alex Novels & Stories

She added. "That is true." He hesitated. "It is simply a matter of time." Gwen frowned, even more confused. Whatever did he mean? Whatever it was, something told her that knowing would cause a greater worry. They had a striking resemblance, Alexander and the prince, uncanny enough to momentarily confuse anyone. But she was no longer mistaken. Alexander was the more handsome of the two and, unlike the prince, he had a constant smile on his face, though it was one that unnerved whoever saw it. The prince's eyes were of different colours, and while the right eye was almost the same shade of blue as hers, Alexander's were darker, piercing, and demanding.

I almost made a sound when I remembered that in the past. That secret gathering of all of the Alphas in a certain place was not actually to be hosted by our Alpha King Helio. The leader of this gathering was no other than his son, who was the first in line to inherit his throne. He was the Crown Prince of our kingdom named Henricus la Chandelier. His father was a useless Alpha King who poorly led his kingdom near to its vain. If it was not because of his first son, it was rumored that His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Henricus, was leading in the shadows.

Alexander was about to cut the mind link when he heard the prince's voice again. "I want you to help me with something Alex."The prince paused and heaved a deep sigh for the tenth time. "Look for the keys,"said the prince. A deep frown settled on Alexander's face when he heard the prince's words. "Which keys?"He asked with a worried voice as he darted his eyes around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping. Alexander would be in great trouble if the king found out that he was trying to side with the enemies. That's why he needed to be extra careful.

I couldn’t. Now Sirek serves as the general under the Alpha, who is old and growing weaker by the day. Soon, the Alpha’s son will take the throne. The Alpha Prince is already overseeing the pack, and from what Sirek tells me, he hates him—resents his interference. But Sirek only wants to protect him. He’s like a father to the boy, even if the boy refuses to see it. Sirek also told me something disturbing—that the Prince’s chosen brides have gone missing. No one knows where they are. He suspects the worst… that the Prince may have killed them. He says the Prince is capable of such things.

At that moment the herald’s voice rang out again, this time louder, echoing across the great hall “All rise for His Majesty, Henery Beaufort of Alynthia.” The crowd turned as Henery stepped forward with quiet regality. Clad in deep navy robes threaded with gold, his crown resting upon greying hair, he exuded an aura of strength and solemnity. But his gaze, when it found his son and Alisha, was warm—deeply proud. He raised his hand and spoke, his voice calm but carrying across the hall “Queen Elizabeth of Asterin,” he said with reverent formality, “Would you do us the honour of joining me on the stage?”

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

Hendrix thought he looked formidable, Alex wasn't in the right outfit for the meeting. "In the garden, sire," Hendrix replied, still eyeing his outfit. "Do you have something to say?" Alex asked with a raised brow; something he had been doing aot lately. Alex knew exactly what Hendrix wanted to say, but just wanted to see if he'd dare. "Nothing, your highness." Hendrix shook his head. "Good, kead the way." Alex moved elegantly behind a very intimated Hendrix as he hurried to the garden in a bid to get the hell out of the Alpha's presence as soon as he could.

"You didn't tell us you were coming. You shouldn't have postponed it till the next two weeks since Adrian is having his honeymoon." "Alexander, you and I know your brother isn't in love with that woman. She is just a rebound and a way he won't marry Eliza." Alan said before standing from the throne, and walking down towards me with his eyes glued to mine. "I prefer Eliza for you." "Easy for you to say when you have your seat." I scoffed. "You left Seat of Rossi years ago so I don't see why you have to show up now and then to tell me how to rule my seat."

He wiggles his eyebrows making Eli laugh out loud breaking the tension from their earlier conversation. When they reach the front porch, the Royal Guards hold everyone back while they walk up the steps to the front of the entryway. The huge ballroom doors are open as they walk up to the announcer. He blows the horn and waits for everyone to quiet down. Elijah looks around the room and spots Corbin in the back in a beautiful bluish green dress that makes her hazel eyes glow. Aragorn gets antsy in his mind as he hears the announcer. “Our Alpha King Tobias and Prince Elijah Granger of the Werewolf Kingdom and Witch Kingdom.”

Sighing in disbelief at Dereck's interrogation, Prince Alphonso licks his lower lips as he mumbles softly, "He is just a simple man. He is the Prince of the Hangey Kingdom." "Oh!" Dereck exclaims as he feels stupid for forgetting the late Prince of the Hangey Kingdom. Then, he awkwardly rubs his nape as he mutters under his breath, "I thought it was just a random man named Francisco." Puffing out his air, the Prince shrugs. "I cannot also blame you for assuming a random man." Tapping his fingers on the table, Dereck heartily question, "do you want to read it?" Carving out an apologetic smile, the Prince feels a tickle of guilt down to his spine. He couldn't bring himself to read the letter.