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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?"

He gritted his teeth and glared dangerously at me. "Today, that tutor came into my office and slammed his test paper in my face. Mr Prince didn't bother to attempt even a single question in a paper. What a disgrace? Yesterday, he burned her and she made a complaint for the same. How long will I keep it? Either, I will kill him or her. She already knows that we are no ordinary human. We are demons of hell!!!" Father was disappointed and that human was the reason. How dare she make complaints to him? I will not spare her this time. She had crossed all the limits.

“What now? Can’t you see, I am a bit preoccupied. He said, opening the door, a little bit larger for Dan to see Ambrosia sitting down, on the chair holding the scroll. It could see that it contained, the seal, of the royal prince and he knew that it was no ordinary scroll. He scowled at this, he had always hated Ambrosia since their days of slavery, and she didn’t exactly light a bulb for him either. Dan knew that Ambrosia was a scheming woman, who had the prince wrapped around her finger, and she is nothing of what she said, she was. She was a liar, a thief, and a cheat. She should be thrown, back, into the pits of the dungeons. She wasn’t even full Northern Isles blood, he wasn’t even sure

Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father. Louis Cyn. Hers own father had the heart to marry herself off to someone she did not even know his origins, what kind of person he was and what his character was. Just yesterday hers father came home from a business trip in America. And now, that statement hers father brought with him almost made her scream in annoyance.

“Your Majesty, as per the recent blood test I am agonized to tell that the condition of Prince is far worse than thought.” His mouth twitched hearing those words and he clenched his fist on the armrest. “Straight to the point, Len.” Alexander spoke not wanting to ponder more on the upsetting news. “It looks like the rumors of his curse aren’t rumors. I examined a sample of his semen from last few weeks and unfortunately it is too powerful to even adapt the surrogacy method.” Len’s words broke Sebastian’s heart.

Standing right in front of me is the devil himself. "The princess is awake!". He sneered. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! Untie me now!" "Hahahahaha, stop struggling princess, it's of no use. Anyways, you look beautiful, as always, you're looking hot". He said as he squat in front of me before untying my hands.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

"You have the reputation of being a man who doesn’t trust people easily, be close off with the general public, which could mean you're cruel." She leaned further, taking in the features of his face, the pores of his skin too visible and radiant under the light. "But, you're not cruel," Celina said with complete confidence. "Your smile and your eyes are far too kind for that." The Prince choked on the air, “Yeah?” Celina nodded her head, leaning back. Silence blanketed the room, making her skin prickle as she pinched her eyes shut. The sound of their ragged breaths echoed in the room until the Prince spoke.

It's okay for me to have a hard time at first if in the end it will bring back too much. I admire the Prince in front of me even more now. I’m obsessed with the mindset he has. In this kind of conversation, I gradually got to know him. The Prince I only often see talk to and I thought I would never be with him for this long, now I can get discouraged. The third Son, Prince of King Valor, was kind. It is only blocked by his ruggedness and coldness.

I finally got a copy of “The Fall of The First Prince.” Reading through it, the things that had been changed stood out immensely. What stood out the most was the ending. In the original book, the Prince won the battle but stepped down from his right to the throne for the love of the woman he was with. In the book I’d gotten from the library, he was killed, and she was held captive at the end, though it had tried to be represented as love. Well, that sent a clear message to me. Whoever did this wanted me dead and Jillie to be with them. I scoffed. Like that was going to happen.