Novel & Cerita The Crown Princess Scandal

I asked, frowning. “Because they are not yet married to the crown prince. And that means, they can still be removed as the crown princess. In our country, the crown prince holds the second highest position after the king. A lot of noblemen who work for the king like the ministers who have daughters, would do everything to get their daughters selected as the crown princess to gain more power. The position of the crown princess was not secure until she married the crown prince. So it’s a surprise to everyone that you are already married. It was the first time someone broke the tradition.” She continued.

Her dress makes that fact known to the entire world, the fabric hugging and shaping every curve of her body. Did she always look like that? With Lysandra, It just feels like opening a Russian nesting doll. But instead of getting smaller, you’re finding things you never know you’ll find out. One minute she’s dying and the next she’s here, at all ball and this is happening. “A pest?” Maddox repeats, his voice dangerously low. “The Crown Princess is a pest?” The words hang in the deafening silence of the ballroom. Princess? Crown? It is one shocking revelation after another with Lysandra. Is she truly the same broken woman bargained off by our mothers to become my wife? What is this? A play? In

Freya "Watch where you're going!" The noblewoman shoved past me and my tray tipped, and before I could catch it two glasses slid off and shattered, splashing red wine all over the front of a golden gown. The whole hall went silent. The Luna candidate looked down at her ruined dress and then at me. "You fat, clumsy thing, do you know what this gown cost?" "I'm sorry, my lady." I bowed my head. "She bumped into me, I didn't see her."

“They say Princess Thalia has fallen from the King’s grace. Some terrible mistake.” My nails dug into my palm, my hand still clenched at my side. I fought to keep my face a neutral mask. “They’ve named a new crown prince,” she went on, oblivious. “And they say he’s devastatingly handsome! And looking for a bride… now that sounds like a dream come true. Everyone thinks Lord Dolion is the perfect choice…” The name left a bitter, metallic taste in my mouth. If only she knew. I caught Cassius’s eye. This was a dead end, filled with gossip that cut far too close to home. He understood instantly.

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”

“Ma’am, who gave you the poison?” I give her a small smile. “It’s not important anymore.” I take off my crown, and as I do, I hear her ask, “Was it Princess Vivian?” My body freezes at her question. When I look at her, her voice is gentle. “I’m aware that you’re not the princess. King Cedric has appraised me of the situation.” “I see.” My heart is thudding in my chest. “Then”—I glance at her, confused—“why are you treating me with so much respect? I don’t expect you to—”

“They say he’s quite particular,” one matron informed another. “Turned down three princesses from the continent last year alone.” “Well, after what happened with his brother, one can hardly blame him for being cautious,” her companion replied, lowering her voice. “Though thirty is rather old to remain unwed, especially for a crown prince.” “I’ve heard he has his eye on someone already,” a third joined in. “Lady Amelia Everhart has caught his attention—mark my words.”

Arguably the biggest scandal of the century, beating the horrendous scandal of last year when Cecilia Morganite managed to snatch Crown Prince Ezekiel from Harriet Goldlane's grasp. And this was exactly what Harriet wanted.

Her temper did get the best of her sometimes. But no. Keira Warner, age twenty-four as of precisely six days ago, thank you very much, was yet again sitting in her converted corner cubicle outside the Crown Prince’s inner office, replying to reporters about the latest incident involving Prince Alexei “Naked Again” Stavros, second in line to the throne to a ‘ancient micro-kingdom’ called Wystovia and some big-busted model.

" What I spoke was the truth , his higness the Crown prince is just and mighty ; a man we can't even think of getting ; the future sun of this empire ; I don't believe he needs foolish women to make rumors and distort the truth , does he? Or do you think that by doing so you will be successful in grabbing his attention and be his next fiancee? Do you Miss Clodis?" When Chelsea spoke Felicia face turned grim because what Chelsea said was true she was infact going for this , she thought that if she could somehow whitewash the Crown prince image from being the dumped party to the dumping party; he will be satisfied with her performance . " What does a substitue know ? Afterall didn't Miss Kaise