Novel & Cerita Prince Henry Of Wales

"But still, you are a prince! You were born with it, and it doesn't matter if you let go of your title eight years ago because you are still a part of the Findlaech-Crinain household." "I'm no longer part of the Findlaech-Crinain household, Rosy." His jaw tightened, and we stared. There was a gap of silence for seconds, and that split of seconds changed something in me. Saxe Hendrix Mondragon, once the nation's prince, now shunned the fame that once embraced him. Twelve years ago, he was a vibrant working royal of Castleburgh, adored for his charm and zest for life. His love for Polo, horse riding, golf, and swimming was well-known, and his victory in an auto racing competition at the tender

"Jordan, you really are pathetic–played like a dog by a woman like that." The words echoed in his ears. His eyes reddened. He was the heir of one of the most powerful families in the city… and yet he had been completely manipulated by a woman like her. Thinking of Valerie's flawless act earlier, regret hit him even harder. "Naomi must have suffered a lot because of you." He looked up at Valerie, his voice hoarse. "Aren't you afraid I'll hate you for this?"

' she asked. 'Sorry for that oversight', he said bowing dramatically. 'Allow me to introduce myself. I am Henry, the elder son of the retired Lyncan king Spark Harrison. 'Oh', Camellia said, awed. Then she recalled that he was Hector's elder brother and may have been sent there to oversee her whipping. 'The sickly elder brother of the Lyncan king Hector!' she observed. 'The very same!' he said nodding. 'I see my reputation precedes me', he said, shrugging nonchalantly.

He is Prince Declan. . .

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

he exclaimed. Everyone loudly gasped in shock. If earlier, they were staring at Vermeil – this conspicuous guy due to his flaming red hair that is really eye-catching, then now their attention has fully shifted to Raine, who they found out has come from the worst high school ever. And he was even nicknamed as the ‘tyrant king’.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Luka strolled alongside the prince, whispering into his ears. The behaviour gave the impression that the prince and the person were close. "Your highness, the man on the floor's name is Richard, and the men who did it to him are Henry and Riel." "But don't be upset, as it was poor Richard who started the fight. Anyway, I got them out of here so the nobles wouldn't start a fight with them. After all, I was aware that the prince was interested in Henry and his companion." Luka smiled slyly.