Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Crown

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

Hahaha hahaha" A few hours later, the crown prince Duran stood in front of thousands of iron metal armies, they had black armor from head to toe armored to the teeth. "Today, the princess of Silla came to our kingdom on the pretext of a marriage treaty to avoid war. She murders my entire family. She murders your queen and king and fellow countrymen as you can see. She turned my palace into a block of freezing ice. ” The iron army thud their spear violently to the ground. Today, I reclaim my title as crown prince and after the funeral of my father the late king, I will ascend the throne and we wage war against the kingdom of Roland and I will end that kingdom.

he confessed, and I wore a smile, I will, to the right person, I thought within me. “We may start the engagement” The King announced and the crowd cheered. We advanced to the east part of the hall where the crown and rings were placed. On getting to the crown, Prince Ace removed my princess's crown on his father's accord. The King took a bigger crown that was purely designed with Dianomd and gave it to Prince Ace, before proceeding.

He was not able to understand how to explain it, but she understood this crazy person very well. "There is a ritual. The girl on whose head the prince puts his crown in front of all the people becomes his queen, but because I am the heiress princess of my kingdom, the boy I put the crown on in front of the people of my kingdom will be….” Now she was telling that he got down from his bed and takes the golden crown of diamonds and placed it on Ivan's head. It was hanging on the forehead from one side of the hair. "I don't know how many people and how this ritual will be done. You are the heiress princess of your kingdom, but at the moment you are a maid in the golden palace of the kingdom of R

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

In the Eastern and Northern Kingdoms, Princess Vivian Druke, the only daughter of King Akmar Druke, is said to be the most beautiful female. This war is of her making because of her arrogance in killing a noble from the North for humiliating her. And I have to pay the price. Shaking, I lift my hand and trace my high cheekbones, plump lips, and brown eyes. Even my long, ebony hair is the same texture as that of the princess. The only thing that differentiates us is her birthmark, the one every royal within the Eastern royal family carries: a tulip-shaped mark on their wrists. The sounds of the maids crying out as they are cut down in the hallway have me covering my ears and squeezing my eyes

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

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.