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“He’s made his decision. He’s a prince...he’s the crown...” Nadai’s laugh cracked, brittle as broken glass. “He’s Kael,” she said. “He’s still just Kael. The boy who pulls the world onto his shoulders and then dares anyone alive to take a piece of it away. The boy who forgets, every single time, that he’s made of blood.”

The Sacrifice… Stefan Malfoy. It has been a peaceful journey back to the underworld and I could see all the solid preparation they were making. The guards had gotten multiplied in threefold and I knew he was doing his best to make sure his son makes it successfully and sit on the throne.

I looked at him and waited for him to say what could be better than meeting those kids. "We'll give you the scholarship because a smart one like yourself should be part of those kids and not in an ordinary school, where you can't shine as bright as you should." Said, prince Jayden. This time I was Flynn Rider from tangled, my mouth was on the floor, and JJ kept trying to close it, I heard everyone laughing around me, but I kept looking at the princes making sure they weren't lying, but they just chuckled and smiled then ruffled my hair and then stood back at there very tall heights.

I exclaim to her “You are next after Ares, that you know...” She subtly says, coughing weakly. “I am so sorry, please just hang in there Ezli. We will scale through this also.” I vow, clearing my throat loudly. Principal Eldor turns to look at me with a sinister smile “Oh, dearest Hermione. You are awake! Unfortunately, this weak Prince’s soul is lost.” He says, coming close to touch me.

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?

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

So this girl had no chance of being familiar with King's name. " Ethan.. your full name is Ethan Malfoy " King split out the drink after listening to her while everyone recited his name. " Ethan Malfoy. " Peter and King glanced at each other with shocked eyes and then looked up at her suspiciously.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Chips were spread out everywhere, Suzu curled between us, and Yuki doing voices for every single character. "If I were in that movie, I would be the brooding, misunderstood barista-slash-secret-billionaire," he stated, striking a foolish pose. I snorted. "Right. And Creed would be your tough ex-marine bodyguard with a heart of gold." He sighed. "That's actually kind of close. Maybe I should jot down notes on this." Then his smile disappeared. "What's wrong?" He gazed at me, eyes suddenly solemn. "Zara." I sat up straight. "What about her?"

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.