Prince Henry Young Novels & Stories

Henry arched a thick eyebrow. “I’m saying that I have been doing things these past few years that has been secret. Only Prince Regent knows about it.” Henry gasped so loud, it startled the horse. He stroked the animal’s mane as he controlled his horse. “The prince?” “Yes. I’ve been capturing enemy ships and obtaining secrets that will help Britain fight off Napoleon’s attacks.” Slowly, Henry’s wide-eyed expression relaxed and a hint of a smile touched his face. “How very interesting.” “I pray this doesn’t ruin our relationship.”

she asked confused at the show of affection by her husband and the strange guy The two immediately disengaged as Prince Anthony pushes him away in fright and shock “Izabella!” he called out Princess Izabella’s eyes glance at the maids and back to him, letting him know it was wrong to address her informally in presence of the maids “Who could this young man be?” she asked impatiently “Oh…” “My name is James your highness” James answered seeing Prince Anthony will not be able to answer well “I haven’t seen you before” Princess Izabella said with doubtful looks at the young man

“Prince Silva’s coming? That’s great news!” Leon Silva! Prince Silva! The rumoured sole heir of the Silvas, and the youngest among the powerful elites in Buckwood. Some even said he was someone whose level was the closest to Prince York. After Prince York’s disappearance three years ago, the York’s legendary four could only stand on the same level as Prince Silva It might have sounded a bit much, but the term ‘Prince Silva’ itself carried a certain weight no one could doubt. And now he’s actually willing to attend Mandy’s birthday dinner?

Henri could not imagine what might have gone wrong with that little princess, and her uncle Aric, who was supposed to be enthusiastic about finding her, seemed so relaxed, instead fighting a power struggle. Henri growled as he banged the cell gate continuously. "I need to get out of here and find the Princess! Do you think the king would do this to me if he were here? What is this misplaced priority?" Henri growled loudly, hoping there was anyone from the council behind the dungeon.

"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."

' 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.

CAMILLA I blinked my eyes as I looked at the prince in shock. Did he just ask me to get married to him? "Are you ....drunk your Highness?" I asked him. That was the only explanation I could think of for this. He had to be drunk. Adrian looked at me like I was crazy. "What?!" He asked me. "I think you may be drunk Your Highness. It's late and I think you should go to bed.... tomorrow....you'll realize that you just made a mistake" I said.

“Zenia, did you not inform these young nobles of your marriage arrangements?” I nodded in acknowledgment of my fault. Then, I turned and gave Henry, who was still bowing, a faint smile. Henry froze. His expression was tense. That look of his was quite to my liking. Smiling politely, I accepted the royal decree from the court lady and announced it loudly. “My Prince Consort is Justin Yale, the prince of the Western Regions.” The hall erupted in an uproar. Zachariah jumped to his feet in shock. “Your Highness, did you make a mistake? Haven’t you always—”

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

"You ask a lot of questions, lady. Why should I answer your silly questions? You're lucky to be here. I think he likes you tho. He's never been interested in any woman. If you move fast, you could be his first lady." Madam Margaret explained a bit about the royal family to me. King Darril Harlow, the current reigning monarch, has three sons and 19 daughters. 19 daughters? Like, oh my, he must enjoy spending time with his concubines. The eldest Prince, Prince Reyne, died many years ago. He died young, when he was just 25 years old. He died in a battle. Madam Margaret said that Prince Reyne was nicknamed "The martyr prince." He was famous throughout the Harlow mainland for having a heart as so