Prince Henry Of Wales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

"Fine." Andrew pulled his phone out from his pocket trousers and called his assistant, Max, as he watched Lila and Henry bickering in a low tone while they started to walk side by side. "If he's too afraid to be hurt, he can't be a prince." Henry casually put his arm around Lila's shoulder. "Because a prince should be a shield for his people. He should stand in the front row to hold up the bullets, not stay safe and unharmed behind his people."

They already saw the goddess’s face, and it is different from Heart’s face. Now, it was turned by the ‘princes’ to introduce themselves. “Good evening.” Vince greeted. “I am Vincent Dauncy. I played as Prince Henry.” He said. “Oh, my gosh! Vince is really a prince! Just look at the Dauncy family!” the students said.

The fifth prince gave a letter to General Zen, and he politely resigned himself. General Zen returned to the table and handed the letter to the first prince, and a slightly puzzled expression appeared on the man’s face. “What is it?” King Arawn asked. “The fourth prince declared that he withdrew his charge against Hanry Adhelard.” The first prince put the letter on the table. General Oscar picked it up and read it. He saw that there was the fourth prince’s stamp on the letter.

He declared and I nodded with a nervous laugh but the look on his face made me get myself in order and introduce myself. "I am Princess Henrietta, first daughter of King Kenneth and Queen Penelope and twin sister of Gwendolyn." I started in a rhythmic manner and he paused, waiting for me to who I was, the creature I belong to but I remained silent instead because there was nothing to say.

Invitations were sent throughout the nation and to neighboring well-wishers, including King Thales. The dates of ceremonies were finalized and it’s when Henry truly understood his position after marrying the only princess of Baden. His status will rise to that of a prince, a post none in his family has ever dreamt of. In his chambers, he looked ahead, standing on the balcony. The empty eyes fell on the duo practicing sword fight underneath, in the lush garden. Legion and his 11-summers-old son, Arnold were dancing around in shiny armors holding a wooden sword. The father was teaching his son how to defend. The protective guards watched from the sidelines wearing an adoring smile on their fac

Said by the man standing at the threshold. Both Irvin and Hillary looked at the newcomer. It’s Henrick. Still in his uniform just like Irvin. “Who are you?” Hillary. He bowed his head in courtesy to Hillary. “Prince Henrick of Evans Empire. Pleased to meet you.” Irvin smiled at his presence while Hillary glowered at him. “May I have the honor to enter your palace, Princess?” Irvin even laughs at him playing their games. Hillary stared at Irvin for help. She was personally torn between talking to this stranger and letting him join them. “It’s fine. That’s a friend of mine, my Princess.” He assured her.

His name was Alpha Henry. It wasn’t like she didn’t see him much. It was just that he was always not interested in staying in public all the time. But everyone knew him to be Raymond’s cousin, and he was also part of the royal family. His father was the younger brother to the king, which made him a prince too. He was known to be very cold.

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

he said under his breath, popping a handful of rainbow popcorn into his mouth. “Welcome, everyone, to Blaire Academy’s tenth tour performance.” Lights focused on him. His brown shoulder-length hair shone in the light and an exulting expression was pasted on his face. He reveled in the limelight, in the attention, and in fame. “I am Prince Henry Cromwell of Eurus Kingdom. Your host for this event.” Clara plugged her ears at how loud the hoots and yells were. “They all seem to love him.”