Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Crown

The Crown Prince smiled slightly and said, "We were originally just using each other, so, you aren't falling for me, are you?" His sneer pierced like a sharp dagger into Aria's heart. "Your disgraceful affair with Alex has long been rumored throughout the three realms, and I'm a Dragon Clan Crown Prince, do you think I'd want a woman with a lousy reputation to stay by my side?" "The Crown Prince!" Aria plucked out her sword and pointed it at Arcelio, the hurt was no longer in her eyes and only bitterness remained. The Crown Prince snorted coldly, "Do you think you're still my opponent now?"

He realized the uniqueness of the hard and thick book cover. "The cover of this book is made of dragon scales," shrieked Draco stifled. "Is it true? Could it be, this book is what we are looking for? Maybe there is a clue in it,” said Astrid enthusiastically. Her eyes were sparkling with pleasure. "This title means Dragon Prince's Heart," Draco said as he rubbed the embossed title on the cover. Draco opened the cover of the book and found blank pages of old, yellowed paper. Gradually appeared an inscription on the page that was written in an ancient script.

I asked, confused now. “Yes, what do you mean?” Alpha Maximus asked. “That amulet should have been destroyed long ago. Emanuel had it because his mother found it in a small fight between clans. When they forged or created the crown and amulets. Only two of them who are the Ruby Crown and the Amulet of all should be in the hands of the king and queen who would reign,” the witch explained, making us have more questions, “The crown would be given by the queen, and the amulet by the king. But everything got mixed. The crown belongs to Rose all along. She was supposed to hand it to you, King Nikolas. And we, the witch clan, would have given you the amulet, so you could have given it to her, but v

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?

If I wear beautiful gown, they'll doubt that I wore it to show off that I have the power. I have no intention of decreasing my advantage. I just need to foresee their moves and defend my castle. So that they cannot touch my remaining pieces. "I don't plan on wearing any of that," I murmured. Her eyes widened with surprise. "What? Why?" she asked with panic. We are out of time to prepare my plan, so I need to call out their attentions. The Crown Prince lived, thanks to me. But his position is getting in danger because of the trial that was happened when he was found guilty.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

"Put it on. Let mommy see how handsome you are, my little prince." "Okay," he said as he placed it on his head. Seeing that made me cry a little bit— he really does look like a prince—his true nature. The crown belongs to Julian like Satia belongs to Anisel and me. My soft whimpers turned into a loud sob. Julian rushed to my side, dropping the crown on the floor. He wondered why I was crying like I did not like something.

It wasn’t her decision to be stuck with him. Crown Prince waved his hand at Braum. Braum nodded his head and walked into his room. When he got inside Crown Prince’s room, he grabbed his sword. He quickly walked out and handed it to Crown Prince. Crown Prince took the sword and unsheathed it. SHING. The sword shined at her. Bella shook her head. “Don’t you shake your head at me.” Bella crouched into a small ball. “You are a filthy, ugly, hideous, looking mute,” said Crown Prince. Then he chuckled as he pointed his sword at her.