The Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

It's as if I've only just come into existence. I shake my head. "Someone must have used magic on her," the woman gasps, gripping my hand, her knuckles as pale as her face. One particularly strong gust of wind looks as though it could blow her off her feet. "Your name is Avila, and you are nineteen years of age. You are a Princess, in this territory, and this is your mother, Crimson. She is the Queen," Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it.

she made the introductions. "Pleased to meet you Devon." Theodore said graciously. Devon looked at him from head to toe, "So you are the crown prince, there is nothing really impressive about you." "Devon! Stop it, you are being rude." Iris scolded him again. "Let's dance. I am sorry crown prince but I am taking the next dance." Devon swept Iris into his arms and started to dance. "Sorry" Iris mouthed to Theodore. Theodore nodded to Iris and left the dance floor. He went back to the table to sit with Gad.

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.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

But the real crown prince is still Thariem from the house of the Lunekleare. The idea of marriage has always enlightened Prince Thariem. The only thing that could put Darina away from power is to settle her off through marriage with a man whose origins are away from Clapestris. These seven princes who are marching after him have their provinces far-situated from the royal capital. He can wait for the ceremony to culminate and spill his offer at the formal dinner. "You seem to have been walking through the clouds," Darina said.

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.”

We watched as the Head of the Council walked to her other side and bowed slightly. “As the Head of the Council of Thirteen I have heard the proclamation of our King, we recognize Princess Catherine as our next ruler!” I couldn’t help but let my eyes land on the Prince again, his face was red, and I could see anger in his eyes, but he remained silent. The Head of the Council then pulled out a diamond tiara and smiled as he placed it on her head. “Holy shit.” Jake whispered beside me. “This is really happening.” “The Prince is pissed.” Violet agreed. “Looks like he wasn’t told.”

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.