Romans & histoires Romance Novels About Princes

He just sank to one knee, bowing his head. "Don't do that," I said, my voice sharp. I reached down and grabbed his shoulders, hauling him back up. "I’m not your king, Kaelor." He looked at me, a smirk playing on his blood-stained lips. "Maybe not. But you’re the heart of this city. And you’re the heart of me." I pulled him into a kiss that tasted of iron, salt, and the beginning of something new. The "Pretty Prince" was gone. The "Weak Scholar" was a ghost.

“So, what kind of story do you like?” She thought for a moment, deciding to play along with whatever scene he was trying to create. He was clearly half drunk, and maybe, in this rare looseness of his, she could learn something. “Hmm… when I was little, I loved stories about true love between a prince and a princess. You know, stuff like that.” Vinson let her hair slip away from his fingers. “What a shame. My story doesn’t have anything you just mentioned. There’s no prince but there is someone who’d fit the role of a princess. And instead of love, there’s deception, slander, revenge. Still interested?”

“No… it wasn’t just a glare. For a moment, I swear he almost smiled.” They all gasped. Carl? Smile? Impossible. “Poor Princess,” one sighed. “To marry a man like that… I wonder what she’ll endure. Prince Carl is not one to deal with easily.” And so began the war between the prince who never smiled… and the princess who refused to bow.

She pushed back against his arms gently. "I understand." The prince said, but he did not release her. "You know, I have read some of your human books. You have some epic stories. In them the couple often shares a kiss to begin their romance." Ithel thought he was being subtle. Aurora's eyes grew wide, and she was suddenly frightened. They were in the middle of nowhere, and Ithel was much stronger than she. If he tried anything, he was sure to succeed. "The books are not a true reflection of our lives. We require time and getting to know one another before physical intimacy is an acceptable step." Aurora pushed away more forcefully but to no avail. What's worse, the prince did not seem to reg

The top of the dress had a heart-shaped Neckline; Novella immediately fell in love with it. She was happy about the event; she was ready to get married and fall in love. Even though Novella was open-minded about finding a husband, she already likes Prince Kanji; he is the heir of the second-largest Kingdom. Prince Kanji is known for being a jerk. He sleeps with anyone he wants and treats people like slaves, even nobles.

"I also think that I knew you before the notebook incident. But as far as I remember I never associate myself with you." Prince Caspian nod. "Yeah... maybe I saw you somewhere beside I'm a reader." Peach blush. What the heck?! Prince Caspian is her reader?! "Oh... Which book? Or what story?" She ask. Trying to pull herself and blocking the blushing. Damn! That doesn't sound right. Trying to block the blushing? "I like the one that you wrote about a two love birds forgetting each other. That's the only romance story that I have read in my entire life. I'm into thriller and horror you know." Oh, Prince Caspian likes that story of her.

It was due to a lack of optimism in living outside of societal conventions. Hannah can’t help but be astonished by his explanations. He had certainly read the book, understanding its connotation and digging deeper into its words. Now, she can truly see a prince. A prince who wasn’t afraid of reading a feminist romance book. It's not a full romance, but still a romance. Contrary to Astrrid’s claim that Hannah hadn’t read some romance novel, she had. But books should focus on societal or political issues rather than centering on romance itself.

Princes unlike Princesses were usually betrothed from a young age, either by a soul connection of for the benefit of the kingdom but, Princesses were free to marry whom they chose to love. Seraphina's heart tightened, could they know she was there, did they suspect the was the long-lost Fiancé to the Prince, surely not. How could word have even left the Manor yet that a Dhampir with a familiar was there. Seraphina felt as though someone was looking in her direction, she could feel the weight of the heavy gaze. She felt her breathe hitch and small bead of sweat began to form on her chest, she was burning under someone’s gaze, if only she knew who. She didn’t dare look up incase her Lady saw;

Once upon a time, a prince married a girl who didn’t want to marry him. Their marriage was rocky, and the prince realized that, if he was going to keep his new princess by his side, he’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The princess, touched by his generosity, accepted his heart, and he hers. I never thought I’d have a fairy tale romance. I might be a prince, but they were fairy tales for a reason. Niamh, of course, had proven me wrong entirely about that.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.