Snow White Prince Charming Name Novels & Stories

He remembered how—as he first laid eyes on her in the Jordan mansion—he told himself that Tiffany was the Snow White from a fairy tale, and he wanted to be her Prince. He was, much to his chagrin back then, paired with the ugly and rough-looking Charmine due to the Cabells’ and Jordans’ arrangement. Despite his distaste of Charmine, he kept his mouth should and pretended to go along with it as he had no right to speak up or object.

He neither argues nor complies wholeheartedly; he merely exists, quietly, like the eye of a storm. Despite his detachment, there is an undeniable charm about him that draws others in. Perhaps it is the contradiction of his character—the melancholy woven into his beauty, the fragility hidden behind the noble air. He earned the title “Melancholic Prince Charming”, a title that blends admiration and pity. Kai walked up to us with a soft smile that lit up his exquisitely handsome face, his gaze bouncing between us, trying to understand the mixed emotions hovering in the air. “Am I interrupting something?”

I said, smoothening her white feathers on her head. “How strange,” King Elysar smiled at me warmly. “I know she can’t speak… I was just trying to joke, I guess…” “No. I wasn’t talking about your owl. It’s quite rare to see you smile, and maybe that’s why it’s strange.” King Elysar chuckled. Oh. I guess I was smiling. “What’s its name?” “Snow White,” my voice almost came out as a soft whisper. “Quite a… well… predictable but cute name…” King Elysar said, and I nodded.

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

Joachin asked that made her smile. "She was a mare actually. Snowy is her name." "Oh, I'm sorry for that." Joachin apologetically stated and laughed very coolly. "That's okay." She replied. "Snowy? What a beautiful name for a beautiful horse just like her master." That made her smile sweeter and wider. They held gazes for a while and she can feel her cheeks are burning on his bold compliment. Why this man is so charming and sweet?

I stared at him for a moment before whispering: "Vincent has a fiancée?" Ryder frowned slightly. Indeed, these two had a complicated relationship. Addressing the king by his given name wasn't something just anyone could do—not even his closest aides dared to. It could only be a name used before he ascended to the throne. In that case, they must have known each other for a very long time.

"Because it's not Greyson Vale—you'd have told me if it was him. You'd have told me if it was the Silverwood pack. This is different. This is personal." I didn't speak. The silence was answer enough. She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Then: "I want a name, Lucas." I looked at the sky. It was gray, the clouds thick and heavy, threatening rain that hadn't come yet. The world felt muted, washed out, like color had drained out of everything. "Julian," I said. The name tasted bitter on my tongue. "Who is Julian?"

Now only two of them remain in the throne room, with the edge of the young consort’s wings retreating from the doorway. Just at the first glance, both are apparent to be father and son. They look too much alike, except that the prince’s features are more refined with smoother features, including his horns and wings, and that the king has wrinkles on his face. “I was sure that after centuries, humans had realized they were only alive because of our mercy, sir. This news is quite incredible to me. Not that I am saying I don’t believe your source,” Kannax adds after a split-second pause.

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"

Her mother said and smiled turning towards her and leaned against her elbow. “wow!! Just like the princess in your favorite cartoon?” Morana aske eagerly, “yes honey, just like sleeping beauty” Serena chuckled "Then I'm gonna name mine wolf Ho-Hontas! Just like my favorite princess" Morana proudly declared giggling, happy to have thought of a princess’ name too.